Long before gods fell asleep, when the winds still spoke in full sentences and the moon bled silver in her grief, a child was born on the edge of Threeshadow Moore, a place where sky , earth and the dead blurred together.
Echoes of My Imagination is a story sanctuary for all ages—each tale original, each word intentional. Some stories soothe. Some stir.
All invite you inward.
Support keeps the mic on and the magic flowing.
Thank you!
https://paypal.me/echoesomyimagination
or
e transfer to:
tracyleetyrrell@yahoo.com
Crafted by Tracy Lee Thompson
