Time, the park, the slogans, the mother and child: she pushed them all away. August 2, 2017 ~ P.N. Time, the pressure of the strings against her fingers, the weightlessness of the bow, would not leave. The more you push, the harder these things push back: Time most of all. Advertisements Share this:TwitterFacebookGoogleLike this:Like Loading... Published by P.N. Enough about me. View all posts by P.N.