Musings of a Dame
Some people write at cluttered desks in the physical world, surrounded by coffee stains and crumpled paper. I, however, do my finest thinking from a sleek glass desk in my SL Scriven Treasures office that is not, strictly speaking, real, wearing a dress I would never wear to write anything, in a body that never…
Every year, without fail, the calendar turns to June 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…
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