When I breathe my last breath, Know that although this is my death, I shall not be gone, I shall live on In the delicate songs that a tiny bird sings, The gentle flutter of a butterfly's wings, In the trees, the wind whispering its gentle sound, The mesmerizing silence of snow falling to the ground, The friendly rain as it patters against your window, The warmth of the summer sun and its golden glow, And on the petals of a rose, I shall be the glistening dew, So my beloved, know that I shall never leave you.
Book 2 of the romance trilogy Horses of Tir Na Nog
Life for CJ, and Shawn, has taken on new meaning and a wonderful turn. Never in a million years did CJ think she could be this happy. With her new husband and closest friends in tow, she’s bound
A search for the ghost of a chorus girl chorine haunting a costume designer’s Manhattan apartment leads to an encounter with an eccentric, mischievous witch with the ability to send folks back through time…in this case, the 1919 Ziegfeld Follies.
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