A sample of my Cathrine Weatherbane book think of it
as your assurance that more is coming.
A woman sits on a rocky cliff her hair flying in loose blond wisps all around her face. She sighs as a breeze floats by dropping an early autumn leaf onto her lap. She smiles as she picks it up and lets it fly away. As the leaf returns to it’s destined path she lies down tickling the little toddler resting beside her breathing peacefully. She sighs and begins reciting poems.