“the fatal submission of the sublime white mind of Earth.” Wow. What an unforgettable line. The Arctic holding all the memory and grief of this planet, just like Grace. Your writing and development evoke this weight with such precision as it buts up against human fallibility. 💛
"Offer your grief, do not hoard it." A directive for all of us. This was beautiful, Julie. 💜
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Yes! I loved this like too.
The close of this chapter is really beautiful. Your prose shimmers and sparkles when you describe nature.
Thanks, Ben. I’m glad you enjoyed it. And welcome back! Missed you.
“the fatal submission of the sublime white mind of Earth.” Wow. What an unforgettable line. The Arctic holding all the memory and grief of this planet, just like Grace. Your writing and development evoke this weight with such precision as it buts up against human fallibility. 💛
🥹 Writing that scene was such a mystical process. It feels like I was led to it, or that it found me.
I forgot I was reading as I was reading. That is how close I felt to being in the lab and sitting on a hard chair in this piece.
Woah! Love that! Thanks for letting me know.