The Spark, the Shade, and a Mutant

I have a gift. If someone hands me a lump of muddy rock, I see a galaxy of diamonds in my hand, shining and revolving and shattering through the limitations left behind by the earth that birthed a lump of sullied mineral. It happens with everything in my life. Every thing. Every creature. Every person. … Continue reading The Spark, the Shade, and a Mutant