She opened the box. Reached in. And lifted out a gleaming bell.. "Hang it wherever you like," he said. "In the open, if you want to hear it often. Somewhere protected if you don't. Up to you." I…swung it gently.
The single note that rose from it was pure violet. A shivering, silvery, silky violet that climbed the air in tendrils, weaving itself into the rafters overhead like a morning glory.
Who writes like this??
— Oct 30, 2025 11:36AM
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