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Clock ticking.
A stranger clears his throat.
Cars pass by.
A plane overhead.
Clouds, wind-borne,
flee twilights end.
Evening tea.
Candle casting shadows.
The flame gives light,
the gesture genuine,
not fake.
All woven,
a fabric,
stronger in the binding.
All who give
giving for giving’s sake.

©April 2016, July 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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