My Stories
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With a tiny grey finger I traced the oblong curves of my nose, observing
shadows as they danced across my skin. Shades upon shades of shifting
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I stared into the Celtic half of the marketplace, carefully choosing my
next destination with the hope of less expensive products. I was clothed
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The sweet tinkling of mummer bells peppered the air as the chestnut mare
made her way through the vast green of the land. Every inch of her was
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“Ssshh- calm yourself,” Spirit whispered tenderly as he gently stroked a
palm across my hair, “Calm yourself sweet Kara….”
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