Cast the Ancient Spells…

My mother's hand would clasp around mine, grasping the pencil, tracing the letters, I learned the art of word structure through my mother's insistence. And her persistence was critical, for reasons I did not know until I found myself craving the crisp landscape of paper, with an ink pen as my wand, I drafted spells... Continue Reading →

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