Giannis Mavromoustakis

Giannis Mavromoustakis

Giannis Mavromoustakis
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the prologue opened with the long boats coming into shore. http://www.katharinewibellbooks.com/

A glance over the shoulder a whisper in the mist, an echo through the trees. Spirit travelers, shamans and tricksters. As surely as his paddle slices the surface, he knows he is not alone. Poem by Wintercove Paddler in the early morning mist.