She’d made it. The dark tunnel was behind her, the other side before her where she could see the horizon, the sun. It meant, not that she’d arrived, but that she was growing, that there was far to go, much to do, to learn. The days growing ever brighter, illuminated her dreams, letting her see it was possible to capture lost time, capture hope. ©November 2020 Christina Anne Hawthorne
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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