Mood? It’s a half permanent for me. Whether it’s absolute evil… I can’t help myself, I’m so invested in the psychology… or rejoice… poem ideas. Anyway, I’m debating an extremely long poem about the Ancient Voices.
Swan Queen's little sister in-law/caretaker since 2022
Edna began to feel like one who awakens gradually out of a dream, a delicious, grotesque, impossible dream, to feel again the realities pressing into her soul. — Kate Chopin, The Awakening