1. One night, perhaps the longest night, the moon wanted to give us courage, so she lay back and floated on the blackest of black, in rootless, stemless, leafless glory, and became the face of a flaming flower….

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    • How beautiful and opalescent, Cynthia. I feel this may be the opening line to your first novel, which, if I can be allowed to suggest a tile, should be called ‘Selene.’

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    • Amazing writer Cynthia – words float effortlessly from your incredible, creative mind.

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      • That is a lovely thing to say, Mary…..don’t know about the “effortlessly” part, though…. 🙂

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  2. A gorgeous photograph Prospero!


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