He came to me after dark, as night lay like soft velvet in the hollows of the hills. The fire burned low, his feathered cape laid over the chair shimmering iridescent blue as the birds stirred and gave their first sleepy chirps, my breath coming fast as he touched me andContinue reading “#Writephoto – All That Remains”
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Maiden Mother Crone, Part 3 – Balance
The next morning I woke early and went to breakfast – to find several of the group already there, including our guide. We hadn’t realised we were staying at the same place, so it was a nice surprise to catch up before the day began. The meeting place for the rest of the group wasContinue reading “Maiden Mother Crone, Part 3 – Balance”
Helen Glynn Jones 