Storytelling is such a huge part of what makes us human.
Isn’t it the very way that we learn, teach, believe, interpret, reinterpret, dream, joke, define, tell…
Tonight I started writing again. I had started almost two years ago. Following my grandmother’s death, I thought it would ease the pain if I inked it out, somehow.
So, here I am. Trying to write a story that was given it’s first breath a while back. This story would/will draw light on one of life’s main themes: death.
How can I tell that story, once again, but in a different manner? For now, I see it as a connection between four women. Four women that don’t know each other (yet). Their paths will cross, their lives will change. They will come in close contact with one of life’s main characters.
Time will tell.
I will tell.
But for now, good night.
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