Outside, the ring turned on its axis, indifferent but steadier now for having one more truth recorded in its ledger. In the margin, footprints of frost were already beginning to fade — not erased, not forgotten, simply integrated into the slow work of remembering.
Outside, the ring turned on its axis, indifferent but steadier now for having one more truth recorded in its ledger. In the margin, footprints of frost were already beginning to fade — not erased, not forgotten, simply integrated into the slow work of remembering.
