Douleur vaincue dans le cœur de l’écrivain.

On the winds off to the West sent by courier on 42-cent postage travel a mere two-thousand words. Tapping fingers on the crumb-coated counter-top, she waits, sure only that it had to be said. Could seven years prove anything more than what has since been left undone? With each stroke of the keys, one night,…