The Bones Sang
Every day at 5.30 p.m., just outside the university campus where I live, someone blows up a mountain.
We craft and tell stories because we’ve stood on the uncertain edge between the waking world and our imagination, between enchantment and fear. And we remember other stories that help us build our own stories, scraps of lumber and fragments of narrative we gather together to make stories for ourselves.
Every day at 5.30 p.m., just outside the university campus where I live, someone blows up a mountain.
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