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There are several ways to connect with me online. This excerpt was also posted on Sunday, May 1, 2022, on my official Facebook page. Thanks to The Old Farmer’s Almanac, for this photo of the “Full Flower Moon, May 2022.” Please do not copy and paste the text of this excerpt and post it elsewhere, since it is copyrighted material. “Ye look like your mother in love, is all I mean. His own voice had grown soft and husky, and he looked down at the ground, the plastering of layer upon layer of dead leaves, like dying stars beneath his boots. It’s the look on your face when ye touch Jem or Mandy-or when ye’re talkin’ with Roger Mac in the evening on the porch, and the light of the moon in your eyes.” “It’s just that it’s no a matter of hair or eyes or how tall ye are. “Oh, ye look like your mother often,” he assured her. “They carry on all the time about how much like you I look.” “Nobody ever says I look like Mama,” she said. She didn’t laugh, but the transitory dimple that sometimes appeared in her right cheek flashed for an instant. When she’s trying to puzzle out what’s the matter with someone, I mean.” I was only smiling because ye looked so much like Claire, there. “No.” She was looking at him with deep interest, a small line between her brows, and he couldn’t help smiling at her. “Did your Mam ever tell ye of the dream I had? Soon after ye… went away.” He couldn’t help glancing over his shoulder, to be sure no one was in earshot. Social Media Hashtags: #DailyLines #UntitledBook10 Happy Birthday to James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser, born May 1st, 1721!
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