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Days in the life published.

Looks in here

Soft breeze petals did touch, caressed 'neath a silvery moon, seeds did fall to rest on the mother's loam.
Their first home.
Dark loam did magic make, within each shell life did stir, as the sun passed overhead, newborn petals stretch and spread.
Seeking that warmth that would let them grow.
One, so much alike the rest, yet different within, one rose and sought about itself for a stick or helpful limb.
It wasn't enough to glow, as the other flowers did, deep withing there was a swell, it needed a nurturing hand.
A hand that would cut it at need, and feed it with those foods it does require.
It needed a restraining wire.
Seeking, yearning, aware of the twitter of the flowers beside, part of them but not, never snide just lonely, bent, unable to grow and be-
The flower it had to be.
Then, of a sudden, a leaf grazed a stronger form, old wood, alike to it's essence but different, seasoned, weathered and ordered true.
The bloom twined through, wrapped it's green limbs as sinew, held tight and leapt
from the blight that it had endured.
Gardeners had passed, they'd cut and rend, placed her in the shade, they'd gone and done as gardeners do, slowly begun to fade.
This trellis, this home, this place to be, held and whispered, as such things do, lean on me, spread your branch, I'll be here for you.
The moon shines down on them now, and smiles with silvery gleam.
Flowers grow but none so fair, as the flower and her trellis dream.
Wildly tamed, forever serene.

Editing again! Ugh

This is a really hard decision, to pull Hexer Stoze from sale here and offer it on Kindle or not. There is a sense of accomplishment with actually publishing through anybody. For me, it was finally being able to sit back and say- yesd, it's edited to where I want it to be, it's GOOD, it's DONE! And then offer it up for sale. You get a glow. But then you want to start seeing sales or, at the least, some bad reviews. When you get nothing you start to look at how many, many authors are out there, all of us trying to tell the world they need to read OUR books!
You can get buried under the masses, I think.
So, I've given it seven months here and I have to decide if I should go the Amazon route.

Dilemna, dilemna.

(And yes, that is how I was taught to spell that word, I'm keeping it!)

kindle wrote me, bookrix, they say if I end our relationship, I can actually start making some sales. I'm gonna miss you!

Well, it's looking more and more like kindle direct.

I need a new picture

Another day, another book