Hunter's Moon
It is an October morning. I can hear the woosh of the boiler in the basement as it turns on and the sound of the steam
The Stardust Connection
Norma had always been my muse, my partner in every sense of the word. Her laughter still echoed in my mind, her sharp wit and fierce love lingering in the quiet corners of our home. But now that I was alone, I needed something more than mourning. I needed to find purpose again.
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