Precious night memory laden, hazy lights on a furtive bridge crossing, the currents glistening, the fog's blue moonlight glow hiding truth and lies, echoing the music in her mind. Her balcony overlooked life's carnival, humanity dancing on ebony streets in midnight stillness, a veiled saxophone caressing the darkness, the city's pulse ushering in memories of who she used to be. ©June 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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