She was but a star languishing in the heavens, shrinking in luster everlasting. Time lost was a lifetime existing, time ahead was for embracing her dreams. Tired minds couldn't see the joy that was yearning, of embracing gifts long held if only she'd open her mind. Her mind came alive holding her truth in the time before twilight came, her reward a star's corona bursting with creativity bright enough to share. ©May 2014, May 2022 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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