The thing was, she was both the tale-teller and the story. She was both the portrait and the model. She was the song and its subject.
There were theories about that, of course: theories and theses and stories and myths. Stories have a lot of power, after all.
And storytellers have a power, a mystery, all of their own.
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She came into town, whispers and mystery. Wild like the harvest wind, lean and hungry. Continue reading