Winter Moon of the Winter Solstice
A softening. Some change. Kate thinks more vulnerable. Maybe. Now the writing seems more. Why? Not sure. A certain confidence has crept up on me. A willingness to succeed. Which. I. Have. Not. Had. On the other hand, too, a willingness to fail. Not to hide.
(Newone Flannagan)
Seems like an odd change for a guy facing down 66 on this Valentine’s Day. A welcome one though. Now the writing feels real. Like the rabbit. Carried around so long and loved so well that it has become real.
