Glancing over his shoulder down the dark path, Philibert Aspairt held his breath and stood perfectly still listening for footsteps. Nothing. No one.
Glancing over his shoulder down the dark path, Philibert Aspairt held his breath and stood perfectly still listening for footsteps. Nothing. No one.
the mind of genius…living art
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Somewhat unsatisfying ending, but beautifully written and read. I’m trying to find a metaphor here, but have decided to let it speak for itself. I wonder how on earth you came upon this tiny bit of history.
You may be interested to know that after you read “The Blue Faience Hippopotamus” some time ago, I purchased the book (only found second hand). I loved the story and your reading so much.
You have a gift for writing and speaking which I am privileged to enjoy every day!
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I totally agree with headingoutside. I will delve into this story in history. I am intrigued.
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Wonderfully written and outstanding narration. Sucked in from your first word. You have a gift of voice that meets the somber scenic serenity. (washigi)
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