Stories by Julie Swanson
There was no lack of company, / although many had moved on / citing wider horizons / and seeking brighter dawns.
Nor did a man ever question the / Majesty of the galaxies that sleep on a blanket of black.
"Together, we are a structural abnormality, but apart we live at the extremes."
"What is your core? What is the source of your fire? And what if it's the same as everyone else's?"