A woman sits alone at a crossroads, eating an apple. She stands, trying to see down each path in the hopes the way forward will become clear. She pulls out a map, but it ends at the crossroads and is of no use. A crow lands on the signpost, cawing.
The stories we tell matter.
A woman sits alone at a crossroads, eating an apple. She stands, trying to see down each path in the hopes the way forward will become clear. She pulls out a map, but it ends at the crossroads and is of no use. A crow lands on the signpost, cawing.