entry ix.
There is music in the silence between notes. Today, it was light on old pages and tea gone warm beside them.
The journal.
Objects, weather, voices. Small entries from the world of The Noir Journal.
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Entry viii
The Last Pear of October.
entry vii.
Some seasons ask to be entered slowly.
entry vi
I do not fear the dark. I fear what it reveals when everything else is quiet.
entry v
almost.
entry iv
not ready yet.
entry iii
before the words.
entry ii.
stillness, again.
Entry I.
Some thoughts are meant to be written in low light.