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This is a result of an early morning dream as I let my mind wander in search of a new book idea.
Feathers rustle softly in the corner of my room. The sound is subtle, intentional. He’s broken through more than the walls of my home; he’s defied the barriers dividing our kinds. He perches like a wraith in the safety of his shadows, waiting for me to wake, to stir at his presence. I don’t twitch.
On ebony nights, when woolen clouds swath the mountains and blank out the moon, the world turns invisible and senses heighten. My room smells of snow and wood fire, and his breath whispers. I’m his echo, and if I could see, my slow inhales and exhales would blow the ashes of old choices into the still air and…
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Thanks again for sharing my little dream/inspiration, Kate. Have a great weekend. 🙂
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You’re welcome. I’ve had dreams like this I know how real they can be. Thank for sharing :0)
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This is a fabulous piece, Kate.
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It is. Myths of the Mirror is an excellent blog for stories, if you don’t follow, pop over and have a look, you won’t be disappointed :0)
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