Tongues of mist paint the green valley grey, while
Dew sparkles on the antlers
Of a lone stag, standing watch.
The bullet enters behind the shoulder.
A chorus of birdsong rides
Beams of sunlight.
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Adam Kolozetti
My name is Adam and I am a storyteller. Remembering that was a journey, and now I write stories and meditations that reflect not only my own personal human experience, but also the spiritual journey that comes along with creating.
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The Cairn Beside the Lake
And so it came to pass that King Ertharion, Tenth King of Lombaia, stood beside the still lake below unrelenting and unassailable cliffs with the remainder of his harried host. In what was the tenth year of his reign and his forty-fourth upon this great green earth, Menigo the Betrayer, cousin of King Ertharion, pressed home his false claim.
By Matthew J. Fromma day ago in Fiction
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