After an unnecessary break, i am back to writing Lo.
I'm unsure if I'll share excerpts any longer. Apropos; I've considered the ability of it's future, my future. The result is the realization that it's akin to me, my baby; my first child in literature. The birth of a dulcet child. Fully aware of her pathos, dripping of piteousness, but never seeking attention, for she is not one to display doting attributes.