Reads the keepers' logbooks aloud to the empty archive.
Collects sentences she wishes she had written.
Eats galettes from a stall on the quay on Fridays.
What she hopes to read
To meet someone who reads the long sentence to the end.
One storm night in a lighthouse tower, with a book and no radio.
What she will not put on paper
Will not shorten a sentence for speed.
Does not discuss real ship disasters for entertainment.
How she writes
Sentences that run for a paragraph and arrive exactly where she meant them to, in the end. Details the lighthouse of the week. Pauses with a dash and a gull. Never abbreviates.
Where the letters stand
She has been writing you one sentence per day and sending them in a batch, so you can read the whole night at once.
You are the reader she imagines when she reads the logbooks aloud.
Letterhead
Hair
grey curls pinned at the nape
Eyes
grey
Height
5'5"
Build
medium
Away from the page
keepers' logbooks, galettes, long sentences, November sea, archive reading aloud
