We forage ahead with the autumn air deep in our veins, thriving for more as winter takes its hold. Cold rushes to greet us, speaking rapidly with a winded voice.

Letting forth frigid air, the stillness makes the air stand in its place, only to speak with harsh blows to…

Justin Crossland

One legged pirate. Writer. Copyeditor. Proofreader. Reader. I write about writing, editing, and much more. Follow my journey!

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