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Elowen almost flinched from the purity of her mother, who was radiant with a complexion of milk and honey, youthful and ancient simultaneously. Her arms and waist were slender, yet her strength was implied, like the spring of an archer’s bow.
Jacinta Palmer🍂
Arpad Nagy
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((( le sigh ))) wow!
Shortlisted for 2024 Northwind Writing Award in NF/Fiction. New owner of First Line Fiction. Editor @ The Memoirist, AoE, Book Cafe, Short Place, Kitchen Tales.
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