Every year, without fail, the calendar turns to July and the world becomes slow. The air thickens. Motivation evaporates. People move through their days like they are wading through warm honey, vaguely aware that something larger than themselves has taken over and finding, to their own quiet surprise, that they do not entirely mind. Astronomers…
Scriven Treasures
Pride Month
I do not ask for the room. I simply walk in, and the room adjusts.


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