To forget was to set life aside one piece at a time, to hollow the soul one memory at a time, to die before there was death, to take that last breath while still breathing, while still needing, while still longing for love, but not remembering why. ©February 2021 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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