BEING
Some ten years ago, I woke in the light of a full moon. It was a warm summer night and the blinds were open. I rolled to my side and watched the shadows on our bedroom wall--there is a large tree just outside the bedroom and when the moon is full, the shadows dance and play.
As I watched the shadows, I remembered my dream. It had been about moonlight, a boy named Shepherd and thousands of names, swirling like wind among the megalith stones of Kermario.
I got out of bed, made tea, and began to write. Below, you'll find the first chapter.
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