It begins as a hymn and a simple whistle. But as more and more people gather, it builds up like a mighty crescendo.
Rhea knew her inner fear was showing, and she cursed very silently underneath her breath. She wished for nothing more but to hide such vulnerable emotions.
To see other people for the first time, to really see them, is what makes us new writers.
You see, to be a writer not only means to be a weaver of stories, but moreover, it means to be human at its most core meanings and realities.