Acting more as a mediator rather than an author, between a younger version that seemed to be able to hold the pen better than she thought and a point in time she didn't think would happen, but eventually did. It's now. That was then. I think I owe it to her. A short collection of poems documenting the other side of the moon. It was dark but we're still spinning.
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About the Author
Ina Hunt spends her days daydreaming about fictional worlds and drinking too many juice pouches while trying to figure them out (the worlds, not the pouches). She's currently working on a novel that should have been finished a long ago but damn those juice pouches, do they get in your way of being a competent member of society or what? Apparently, she also likes talking about herself in the third person. But weirder things have been known to happen.