Sevenline No. 3
The Unearthing
I have clawed at the mud, driven only by the longing to let go. Down into the deep earth I went, where weeds had knotted their stubborn roots. The struggle was brutal, the exhaustion bone-deep. My mi…
I have clawed at the mud, driven only by the longing to let go. Down into the deep earth I went, where weeds had knotted their stubborn roots. The struggle was brutal, the exhaustion bone-deep. My mi…