When I was younger,
I dreamt.
Not of dolls, or teaparties,
but of dragons and fairies.
Wistfully, my body has changed.
I grew and aged,
but the dreams of my childhood
never changed.
My old friends still talk to me
in the darkness of the night.
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The stories in this series began from a dream one night and then flourished into a saga of epic tales. The characters write the story themselves and I let them. Join the adventure as each new book will incorporate their personal legends of Green Isle.
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Hi Connie 🙂 I wish they still talked to me. BTW, that picture is great it reminds me of my smallest daughter Willa. It has a good mystery feel to it. I too would be curious to see what is in those lit-up tree stumps.
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Hey Frank! Nice to hear from you. Thanks for stopping by. I really liked that picture too. It fired my imagination. 🙂
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Keep up the good writing.
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