Setting the scene…
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When time permits
Written examples of life as poetry, and poetry within fantasy
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Previously
…The girl shook her head. “I already am.” The audience laughed, a warm sound. The woman with purple hair started clapping, and soon everyone joined. Elara stepped off the crates, her heart full of something that felt like roots and wings at the same time. She walked home under a sky full of stars that looked like seeds planted in darkness. The acorn glowed in her pocket, and she knew that tomorrow she would write again, and the poem would grow longer, and the readers would grow with it, each one finding their own unfinished thread. “When time permits,” she whispered to the night, and the night whispered back in the language of small, patient things.