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Just started to listen M83 a couple of weeks ago. An awesome band and awesome music!:) Click on the link to sample there music!
My favorite song of there's is Intro (ft Zola Jesus).

HOUSE OF MIRRORS --- E book Novel by Lisa M. Logan

My Sister, Lisa M. Logan has a E book novel called HOUSE OF MIRRORS to buy at amazon.com, look here below for more information about Lisa's E book novel. Click the picture below or the links to take you to Lisa's novel on amazon.com.




House of Mirrors
Book Description

HOUSE OF MIRRORS is a paranormal thriller about a woman who buys antique mirrors from an eccentric antique dealer; only to discover she has brought entities into the house attached to the mirrors. The uninvited guests cause a bit of a stir for the distraught woman who is mourning the loss of her little girl to a recent drowning. Her husband hires a psychiatrist and family friend to exorcise Eleanor’s personal demons, but Dr. Kelso discovers that the mysterious mirrors hold more secrets—a few that he isn’t comfortable having aired.
“House of Mirrors” taps into the universal hope and desire we all have of contacting loved ones who have died, but sometimes it’s best to leave the dead at rest.

House of Mirrors

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Sunset Beach Inland

Sunset Beach Inland

On Summer's day, it visited me,

It woke my mind in wonder, Giving me

Soft settle memoirs of my visit's at Sunset Beach.

I have not notice that Sunset was being seduce by the ocean's waves

Has I mediate, siting on the shore, looking out

22 miles away to the horison.

2

Waking up from the heated morning sky. I fear fellwell to one 

I had loved so long. Her breath is effortless to me now.

As I pilled my belongings l felt a memoir,

Remebering her current shorline waves. They looked as

Though they had curves in every direction.

3

She was ready, I was not, though one last goodbye

Moved me. It was her breath of water that

Hi my face. I turned once again away,

Never looking back, for she only rest

Now...only remains in my memoirs..


poem by
Garrett Morgan

St. Augustine, Florida

St. Augustine, Florida

It has been two years now

Since I saw you.

Your dirt streets dotted with shells

Lead to the old spanish fort.

The draw bridge awaits my steps.

The cannons filled with gun powder

Await the lighting of the fuse.

I sit along your crystal blue shores

In meditation of days gone by

When up the lighthouse I climbed

To look upon the lighted boats

In your harbor. The spanish galeons

Pass in a ghostly mist of fog

That blankets the indigo water

Now the tide is rolling in

The bright ball of fire sinks

Into the coolant waters.

Poem by

Garrett Morgan

The Summer's Hot Breeze

The Summer's Hot Breeze

The summer's hot breeze rumbling forthward passed me.
The following, a beautiful woman in a swimming suit
Pacing her way down the sandy coast.
I saw joyful life flowing out of her
All around where she took every step
Of the way.
Her glances swayed left and right
My eyes fastened on her
I turned my way towards her direction,
Suddenly a man came up from out of sight
Putting his arm around across her back
Laughing and playing as they went
On down the beach.
I turned the other way and
Went on with my life.

Poem by
Garrett Morgan