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Wisteria Moon




lace in the window
the poetry of clouds
rose-scented smoke
listening to old ghosts of myself

lace shadows underfoot
quiet cups of tea
blossom and ferns
dreaming of trees

one day I will find the path again
or else decide to stay
one day I will know for certain
one day I will believe



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MY BOOKS

In the quiet hours, the inbetween moments and the half-light, I sometimes like to write. My books are made from fairytale shadow and old magical songs. They speak about dreams, lost wishes, longing for something beyond the self, and always about love. You can learn about them here.

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