Portrait In Time Young man, do you not see me as once I might have been? Is it the wrinkle, the sagging skin Time laid upon me that you see? Once I stood, perhaps like you, with noble thoughts and dreams A new bright morning might bring. Time wore me down with its ceaseless ubiquitous […]
via Portrait in Time — The Final Curtain1 – BR Chitwood – MUSINGS: Authors – Books – The World
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Living in Florida, Kester Finley grew up in the backwoods of Zephyrhills. The country life, its slower pace, and its mix of colorful characters eager to share inspired him to write.
Fascinated by the supernatural, he has spent time studying the paranormal and its history while enjoying the world of superheroes and magic. He is a proud geek, a lover of comics, a horror-film junkie, and a damn good role player.
He currently resides in Spring Hill whiling away the hours writing, trying to figure out what he wants to be when he grows up, what to have for dinner, and trying to solve the mystery of life beyond the veil.
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