About this episode
A fence stands, half-built, half-rotten, full of holes. Birds nest in its holes, vines curl through its cracks. This fence is language, with old myths slipping past the pickets. Step through. Again, step through. Let your ears grow fur. Three readings from three random pages of wonderful books. Free Story & Media Consultation Comment and Subscribe here This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit storypaths.substack.com/subscribe