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Автор: Wendy Anne
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      Sage

      Wendy Anne

      Copyright © 2020 Wendy Anne

      All rights reserved

      First Edition

      NEWMAN SPRINGS PUBLISHING

      320 Broad Street

      Red Bank, NJ 07701

      First originally published by Newman Springs Publishing 2020

      ISBN 978-1-64801-084-2 (Paperback)

      ISBN 978-1-64801-085-9 (Digital)

      Printed in the United States of America

      Table of Contents

       One

       I

       II

       III

       IV

       V

       VI

       VII

       VIII

       IX

       X

       XI

       XII

       XIII

       XIV

       XV

       XVI

       XVII

       XVIII

       XIX

       XX

       XXI

       XXII

       XXIII

       XXIV

       XXV

       XXVI

       XXVII

       XXVIII

       XXIX

       XXX

       XXXI

       XXXII

       XXXIII

       XXXIV

       XXXV

       My Mortal Goddess

       Breathe Deep

       The Well

       Three Little Words

       Scarecrow

       Possession

       Floofing in the Rain

       Zoe

       Chapter 2014

       Writer’s Block

       Bart

      Dedications and Acknowledgments

      Masculine Divine, my muse

      Bart Mongiello, beyond-life twin

      Chris Mark, my sobriety

      Mike Passarella, the motivator

      Paul Lavoie, ignition switch

      Robbie Ward, my Thoth

      Joe Miglionico, my photographer

      Dad, warrior spirit

      Feminine Divine, my muse

      Trinity Phantom, life’s illustration

      Shooby Mark, my encouragement

      Vivien Anne, my rock

      Meredith Lagges, the organizer

      Leah Derr, my editor

      Ma, my discipline

      Magic, my passion

      Love, my inspiration

      Truth, my light

      Great Spirit, my creativity

      The Great Awakening, my direction

      Healing Energy, my reason

      Prologue

      A draft of brisk air carried a glimmer of a young goddess whose astral feet drifted on a soft breeze of salacious white smoke clouds. The energy was clear and potent, and the ambiance of her heavenlike Nirvana met with any shades of white. There were iridescent