BY Sara Dobbie At the bottom of the well I have all the time in the world. Damp, mossy stones circle their way to the sky, a tiny sphere of distant light. The atmosphere up there is warm and sun...

BY Sara Dobbie At the bottom of the well I have all the time in the world. Damp, mossy stones circle their way to the sky, a tiny sphere of distant light. The atmosphere up there is warm and sun...