Solitude

by SuzAnne C. Cole Like a knight preparing for dragons, she arms herself for a day alone— instead of a sword, a journal of handmade paper and an antique fountain pen. For provisions, a bottle of spring water. As talismans a baby doll, half-hand bitten off and raggedly glued, smiling bear fetish, tarnished brass pendulum. […]

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