not first love nor first hope nor first time never, no never like this.
dear author: we have decided to publish your book.
can you imagine? your life, your work, your hopes and thoughts and songs and breath, we have decided to publish your book. we have decided to publish you. such words thunder, burn into your mind, your soul.
since then i have written every day and i have told many stories. stories of love and death and cold and heat and ice and flame, stories sad and stories happy and stories of laughter and tears and places soft and hard, of dogs and the white-blink of arctic ice, stories of great 