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Her Little Flowers: A Spellbinding Gothic Ghost Story by Shannon Morgan #Fiction #Review
Readers of Eve Chase and Kate Morton will devour this bewitchingly atmospheric, melancholy modern ghost story set in the lush hills of England’s Lake District. There, a solitary woman’s quiet life spent in her crumbling ancestral manor house with the company of a child’s ghost is dramatically interrupted when her estranged sister returns to share…
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All Roads… #Poetry
In the shadow of the mountainI felt my blood cool, my footsteps become slower,as if someone were pulling me back, holding me.My mind on high alert, my thoughts upgradedThe stars began changing colour,like million shards of a broken kaleidoscope thrown into the air, my thoughts rushing to keep upwith the information penetrating my mindThen, like…
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Monday… Start of a Better Week?
Morning Peeps! I hope this is a better week, as I must be due one by now… A new week, a new slate… more time to find some of that elusive joy, or, Heaven forbid, more things to go wrong and drive me to drink! I am seeing (oh, that is funny!) the optician this…
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Should Have Been Easy!
This morning, still shell shocked by the awful day I had yesterday, I hunted through Anita’s poems to find a little peace. Something to soothe the shambles in my head. The morning wasn’t too bad, so my plan of installing the new desktop computer after lunch seemed all set. You must have heard about all…
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Kiss of Angels… #Poetry
Stand still awhile on this empty moorlandLet the silence wash away yesterdayFeel the pull, as if walking backwardsTo an old time, an old worldBeneath the soft pink blush of sunriseMorning mist, the sweet damp kiss of angelsDo you remember when bliss was all you knew?When you lived in my house… ©AnitaDawes2024
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Her Little Flowers: A Spellbinding Gothic Ghost Story by Shannon Morgan #Fiction #Review
Readers of Eve Chase and Kate Morton will devour this bewitchingly atmospheric, melancholy modern ghost story set in the lush hills of England’s Lake District. There, a solitary woman’s quiet life spent in her crumbling ancestral manor house with the company of a child’s ghost is dramatically interrupted when her estranged sister returns to share…
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All Roads… #Poetry
In the shadow of the mountainI felt my blood cool, my footsteps become slower,as if someone were pulling me back, holding me.My mind on high alert, my thoughts upgradedThe stars began changing colour,like million shards of a broken kaleidoscope thrown into the air, my thoughts rushing to keep upwith the information penetrating my mindThen, like…
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Monday… Start of a Better Week?
Morning Peeps! I hope this is a better week, as I must be due one by now… A new week, a new slate… more time to find some of that elusive joy, or, Heaven forbid, more things to go wrong and drive me to drink! I am seeing (oh, that is funny!) the optician this…
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Should Have Been Easy!
This morning, still shell shocked by the awful day I had yesterday, I hunted through Anita’s poems to find a little peace. Something to soothe the shambles in my head. The morning wasn’t too bad, so my plan of installing the new desktop computer after lunch seemed all set. You must have heard about all…
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Kiss of Angels… #Poetry
Stand still awhile on this empty moorlandLet the silence wash away yesterdayFeel the pull, as if walking backwardsTo an old time, an old worldBeneath the soft pink blush of sunriseMorning mist, the sweet damp kiss of angelsDo you remember when bliss was all you knew?When you lived in my house… ©AnitaDawes2024
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 