There were already two names on the door.
I arrive expecting a post of my own and find a pair of older colleagues waiting in the wood.
Read my note →A GUARDIAN IS NOT ALONE · SEASON 03
I thought I had a door and a season. Then I found older names on the wood, and a calendar with more than one kind of fear.
Doors have a long memory. This season follows the names, signs, and seasons that gather around them without forcing them into one tidy hierarchy. I will say where the record is sure; the rest remains a story at the threshold.
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I arrive expecting a post of my own and find a pair of older colleagues waiting in the wood.
Read my note →A door has two sides. The arguments about who belongs where have been busy longer than I have.
Read my note →I thought I had been hired for winter. Then I found myself indoors, watching rain collect on the fifth month.
Read my note →I have been called in two seasons. I still need to ask what people were really asking of me.
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