Ever since he left, I have been alone with the tree. We had planted it together. A green twig in the middle of the garden and a knotty stick, running around. Fingers and branches have grown. Very fast. Too fast. When he left, I sat in the shade. There I started writing, and…

Something magical is happening. The world goes on. Love is the answer. Something tragic is starting to unfold. The world goes on. Love is the answer. It really is true, the magic is inside you because it is you, or it isn't. What are you making…