making it a perfect companion for market strolls
but for the kind of presence that settles over a room when everyone has already lowered their voice
Structure consistent with overlapping scale foliage
something in the undergrowth shifted—not away
The flames may have scorched it
The Counting Piece Christmas making it a perfect companionIn the small hours, when the house has given up pretending to be awake, there are rituals that belong to no one and yet repeat themselves all the same. Elin keeps this one for those hours. Not for show, but for the act itself. The necklace is laid out first, each drop resting in its own small arc of light, pale and deliberate. When she lifts it, the pieces answer not loudly, not sharply, but with that faint, uneven sound that only exists when