Etherial meadows bathed in whispers, soft places wrapped in trees, passion a vista on her skin as she settled deeper into green. Cool water meandered, surging as blood running free. Clouds floating silhouette, fingers tracing ecstasy. Passion's love found, bloomed because she'd made it so, the heart alighting near she'd never let go. ©August 2015, July 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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