Muse
My thoughts had grown so cold that she retreated until some sun came back. She'd had enough of my dark moods and when I finally did, too, she returned with presents. While I'm editing book one she's given me some stories I can play with when I get tired. I'm posting them on my little endevaours at Seeplay, as always I'm the self-promoter.
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