They were merry.
They were gay.
They danced circles around the night for during the day they could not play,
Soojung loved her sister. She loved her with her small hands speckled with dirt. She loved her with every wish she made to let time pass by. She loved her with every shoot of a plant that waved out of the ground. With every sprout of a stem, leaves in bundles and finally, – ever so slowly, so carefully – a bud of hope. Continue reading “In the Works: Feyfolk #1”