Laertes takes a seat at the bar, then lays his right hand palm-up on the countertop. "I bring the forma to mind, and picture it taking shape above my hand," he says. As he speaks, he focuses on that tangle of sensations that are lux to him: sunlight and drying hay, honey and whiskey; the swelling, catching feeling of hope kindling into purpose.
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Date: 2023-11-27 08:18 pm (UTC)