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The Wayfarer
He watched the moon rising full and orange over the trees. It had been a long time since he'd been here. He wasn't sure, since it wa...
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The sun was beginning to set by the time I eluded my final pursuer. Having a moment to rest, I studied my surroundings. I had never been ... -
Just to be nice, because I certainly didn't want to, I accompanied Odysseus that night to the old cemetery (you know the one ... -
Back in 2015, Sarah self-published Sylvan Dreaming , a book of her poetry. She asked me to illustrate it, and how could anyone say no to s...
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