Bridge a Story
Bridge a Story grew out of lived moments —
from time spent with people whose stories are rarely asked for.
I write while moving, while staying, while listening.
Often without names of places — because what happens there happens everywhere.
These texts are not explanations.
They are reflections on being human.
Bridge Stories
Each story forms a quiet bridge —
between inner worlds, lived experience, and recognition.
The Guardians of This Space
This space continues because some people choose to stand with it.
Guardians help keep InkTales independent —
free from pressure, noise, and expectations.
Supporting the Bridge
Your support helps sustain the unseen work behind InkTales —
technical infrastructure, security, maintenance,
and the time needed to write with care.
It is not a transaction.
It is a gesture of appreciation.
Thank you for this gesture.
You are almost there — one story closer to being told.
You are almost there — one story closer to being told.
With gratitude to those who walk this bridge:
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