Dear readers, writers, philosophers, wayward spirits, the quietly lost, the librarians (both professional and amateur), and all you other folk,

Were you aware that when your hand begins moving after a long while, a book appears before you?

This book was unplanned, yet is deeply personal.
This book is unneeded, yet caries untapped purpose.
This book makes no promisez and offers no solutions,
yet both may be found in its content.

If you're curious, the newest writing to surface is titled "The Between Moments & The Questions that Accompany."

It asks deeply personal questions that resist solutions, yet guide you toward a fuller way of being yourself.

I have good news and limited news at the same time. A few copies are available. Only a few. It feels right that way, in an endless cycle already full of words.

BUT,

My first penned book, "A Quiet Drift", is available again. Yes, It was found by ten hands and passed through many more. This time, I'll be hiding a few and giving a few away if you happen to reach me in time. One, even in Satyri.

Again, there will not be many of either. I don't know the number. I will know when I am finished.

If you're inclined to look, no special approach is required. A message, a letter, a missive, a poke, a hello, or even a tackle will suffice, for either or both.

With the greatest amount of love,

Tentura
a goat



Penned by my hand on the 10th of Miraman, in the year 997 AF.