It was just a look, a fleeting glance,that was all it took.
A remembrance of lives past?
A star written cosmic dance, destined to last?
Who knew, not you nor I, or words of a Poet's rhymes.
Only Father Time and The great Mother's seasons
Will reveal the reason for our bewitching spell.
My paranormal fiction reflects my deep passion for the numinous realms. I love myth and mystery and magical things, and journeys to that liminal place where the veil between worlds is gossamer thin...
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