Brian Goodwin
The Ghost in the Whispering Forest
I never left the forest, and I never will.
You won’t find me on any map, but I’m everywhere in the trees. I was just trying to get away from my dad and his end-of-the-world rants. Never made it. Now I’m part of the forest — a ghost with a name people whisper like a warning. Ask around. Henry knows more than he lets on.
What I'm Into: Yellow shirts, the summer of '84, pine needles underfoot, fathers who don't know when to let go, truths buried in caves
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