“She wondered how to mourn the death of a son who wasn't dead. And yet the loss of separation made that easy. The idea of pain made pain, where she knew none could possibly truly exist.” — Juliet Castle Copy Share Image
“The days before, even the score of what you are filled in with today. What colour are you, the tangled hues of years gone… — Juliet Castle Copy Share Image
“She wondered how to mourn the death of a son who wasn't dead. And yet the loss of separation made that easy. The idea… — Juliet Castle Copy Share Image
“My only stake was the hook I shot in the moon, trying to capture stardom on my way to heaven. Without bravado. Just footsteps… — Juliet Castle Copy Share Image
