I Refracted

And the end of life,
Looking back,
Across the canyon of time.
Crying to the world,
This is I.
And the echoes of the songs,
Are the songs that we sung,
Long ago,
From the far end of the canyon.

Martha Bechtel

My name is Martha Bechtel and I write fantasy and science fiction stories, paint small model horses silly colors, cast resin and plaster magnets, code random code (and Wordpress plugins)... Come on in and join in the fun!

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