❝ –– perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. and when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house—the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture—must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. and suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.
I’m not sure whether this is unorthodox, but a lot of you know that I got nominated for the Grey’s Blogs Awards. I wouldn’t expect you to, but I’d be over the moon if you voted for me. :D