Reflections

Storifying

Why all this storifying?
There’s nothing except This.

Yet she liked to carry the burdens of stories, ideas, beliefs, past and memories.
And when she’d get tired of it, she’d put all those near her bedside and sleep soundly.
And no storm could touch her then.

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