The afternoon can stay.
A curtain lifts. A cloud passes. The notebook stays closed beside the tea.
She curls into the sofa, and the room grows quiet around her. This was always the other adventure: finding somewhere that lets you simply be.






A curtain lifts. A cloud passes. The notebook stays closed beside the tea.
She curls into the sofa, and the room grows quiet around her. This was always the other adventure: finding somewhere that lets you simply be.





