Metaphysical Musings (Prologue)
For only in the stillness, where the threads of myth and fable intersect, can reds and yellows, mystic blues, and shades of grey be woven into words that light the way as truth revolves.
Read MoreFor only in the stillness, where the threads of myth and fable intersect, can reds and yellows, mystic blues, and shades of grey be woven into words that light the way as truth revolves.
Read MoreI have included many of the light and blithe and happy and loving and laughing (and sometimes frivolous and foolish) little tales which have touched and blessed my life with joy beyond expression.
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