Mocked At The Graveside — I Smiled Because The Truth Was Already In Motion

— not better, necessarily, but wider. You could see how things connected from this height. How the streets formed a pattern. How the same city that had once made her feel small contained, within it, the possibility of something else entirely.

She was not irrelevant.

She had never been.

She had simply been surrounded, for too long, by people who needed continue reading …