
Hannah Elliott
Hannah Elliott (she/her) is twenty-two years old and based in…


Hannah Elliott
Hannah Elliott (she/her) is twenty-two years old and based in Devon, England. She writes about nature, women, wanderings of the mind, and the otherworldly - even if it is being found in the ordinary. She can be found reading Elif Shafak novels, sipping rose tea, and waiting for the local garden centre to announce its Christmas decorations stock.