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Posted on June 11, 2022 by Christina Anne Hawthorne
Photo: CA Hawthorne
Photo: CA Hawthorne
New life,
it was contained
in each new breath,
each inhale
an opportunity,
each exhale
the moment to begin.

A heart in haste
settled,
synchronizing
with her lungs,
her mind settling
while air
flowed in and out.

How strange,
but not really,
discovering vitality
at calm's center,
the moment
when she knew
she was back.

©September 2018, June 2022
Christina Anne Hawthorne
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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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