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There were times when her dreams walked in parallel,
her course close enough to touch,
thoughts on their way to prolongation.
Corners took a turn,
as it happened,
when they did.
Dreams left prints to find and remember,
destinations elusive ends.
Ends,
her imagination knew them all.
©March 2020, Christina Anne Hawthorne
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About Christina Anne Hawthorne
Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.