I Came Home From Work and Found My Baby in a Condition I Will Never Forget – The Archivist

The land stretched away in every direction. The autumn was just beginning, the first color appearing at the edges of the treeline, the slow and patient turning of things toward what they were always going to become.

I had built a company from a folding table.

I could build a life here, too.

This time, not for anyone’s approval.

For myself, and for exactly continue reading …