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Background: Sharon Howell was born in Amarillo, Texas. “Being from a serviceman’s family, we were on the move every 3 years. It gave me a chance to see very interesting ways of life in different parts of the country. My father retired in Florida, and that’s where I am at present. I have a son and daughter who have been my world. For relaxation I enjoy writing or drawing. Escaping into the land of fantasy is always a plus in taking my mind off the everyday grind.” You may contact Sharon at sharonlrhowell@yahoo.com.
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This Land Called Ashtintime
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Winged creatures all around me fly
Carrying me to a distant land
Where dreamers dream a lover's dream
In a land called Ashtintime.
They lay me in a grassy field
Where fairies laugh and dance
And spirits beneath the willows play.
They kiss my lips with honeydew
Sprinkle stardust in my hair.
For through the mists on winged creatures backs
Comes my love to Ashtintime.
They bring him to my waiting arms.
His head lies now upon my breasts;
And there we laugh, we talk and play.
No fairy wine could be as sweet
As from his lips I drink.
No other lover could ignite this passion
Except in the magic mists of this Land called
Ashtintime.
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