i am a witness. in Drifter in Zion
- June 28, 2019, 7:51 p.m.
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You told me to write about it, as writing is cathartic for me, but when I try the words shrivel and dry; a sudden sense of panic starts to rise up inside, and all I see is a staircase: long, narrow, painted blue.
And I’m not brave enough to climb those stairs.
Not yet.
Maybe never.
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