And summer burned on. Time was as slow as frozen molasses in the moment, and yet it slipped by quickly. Like the tides, Time did not stop but moved relentlessly forward. Quiet and unworldly Imogen has spent twenty-four years locked in a mind hell-bent on her demise. Isolated from her peers by the oddities of her mental illness, she's more acquainted with counsellors' and doctors' offices than...
I was adrift, carried along.