Diurne II: Cord to String She looked ahead And saw a Gate That wasn’t there. Twisting, Curling, Coiling, Writhing, Endless fibers Cord to string.i Each a choice. Some a victory, Others defeat. But together bind, Stronger for each other. Even roads not taken, May be trekked In some unforeseen turn. “I see you have taken my advice yesterday, and at least slept on the couch this time.” Amelia s...