Named after a Storm (fragments)

These are fragments from a voice that didn’t just survive - it gathered language from the wind.
What you’ll find here isn’t a polished memoir.
These are pages still breathing.
Echoes that came before the structure.
I don’t post them to prove anything.
I post them because they ask to be spoken before they’re edited, before they’re finalized.
One day, they may belong to a book.
But for now, they belong to presence.