How a guarded man learns to meet the feminine after a lifetime of holding it at arm's length. A severed first bond, a sentry wired into the chest, a devotion that poured out and kept almost none. Its companion, Vows, is what this hard weather carved.
Read MoreFive vows a man keeps so he can stand in real weather and not break, each cut to the shape of an old wound and turned the other way. Why a vow is not a wish, and a practice for writing your own. Its companion, Bend, is the force that taught him.
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