This is an experiment to see if writing about a reoccurring DD will help make it go away. There is this scene that keeps replaying, like a song being stuck in my head, for months now. I am not a writer, I am an artist, so the use of words is strange for me. But we will see if this helps me move forward.
The Chase
There is snow everywhere, no sound, silence, the way it is when there is deep snow. No rustle of leaves or chirping of birds. All the earth watches in silence. I can…
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