I am in love with a beautiful writer.
Her name is Eden.
Eden’s words skip on a page
like a stone on a lake’s surface.
PIP . . . PIP. . PIP. PIP pip pip pip pip pip pip pip plunk
And a few days ago,
I was led by her,
to another storyteller’s words.
Another master of the pebble skipping.
His name is Charles Waterstreet.
An author and barrister
Such a beautiful, intoxicating writer.
Please read his piece
published on May 16th.
You will FEEL so much.