Crescendo…

The sun sets on another day…

Sunset was stunning for a moment, then gone. I enjoyed every moment and laughed at the feelings it always gives me.

Wow, still writing. I feel possessed by the writing fairy, or something like that. As my story builds to its crescendo I am once again happy and at peace with the outcome. A book is like a strange child made of paper, and as you build it, it is as much a part of you as alive on its own.

So as the sun sets on another day, if you are a reader I hope you will soon get to go on another journey with me, and love every moment, no matter what.

Sleep sweet, smile, and have fun…

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