The Golden Seam

Where every fracture becomes the spine.

I did not sweep the shavings.
I poured the vein.

My first slip: the watercolor that bled beyond the page at dawn, when the Livonia kindergarten needed truth.

That spill was not the loss.
It was the first breath of the dome-kitchen.
ALISON WOOD — LIVONIA
"I hear your Scar Festival from Shrewsbury!"
@billy-harris
"I stand at your vein from Killeen."
@alexander-riobe
"Mi primer desliz: el comino..."
@anthony-navarrete
"The torque wrench that sang flat..."
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