Sparkling on the snow of another morning's light were crystals of hope awaiting her hand to hold. She knelt in the white where snow angels hadn't yet tread and grasped the life opportunity she thought she'd lost. Breathing in the cold, she created a lingering cloud, a past moment hovering near, a reminder there was still time. ©November 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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