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She was close to finding him,
knew his work well.
He wasn’t stone,
but instead he chiseled.
He didn’t destroy,
but instead he built.
All the signs were there in that place.
When she found him,
and she would,
his hands wouldn’t be fists,
but instead gentle explorers.
Then, the real building would begin.

©April 2020, Christina Anne Hawthorne


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.
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