Severance
Couldn’t you slowly take the twigs out you don’t like. Rearrange them. What is dying with out living, like jumping from the floor onto the floor. I’ve been thinking about facts, how certain is only as certain as we believe. Conviction can over take notion and give birth to fact. Doubt can wither a fact to almost farce. In what grace we steward ourself, depending on flights of fact or fiction.