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The third chapter of Keeper Of Gudrun is finally here, an original medieval fantasy saga made public by yours truly, right here on Steemit. I invite you to read my previous chapters and get acquainted

"Laugh, and the world laughs with you; weep, and you weep alone". I'm going to ask you to betray the gist of this quotation by Ella Wheeler Wilcox and join in a little bit of petulant, heavyhearted

Welcome to the second chapter of Keeper Of Gudrun, an original medieval fantasy saga made public by yours truly, right here on Steemit. Make sure that you've read chapter 1 first! There is also a little

Welcome to the first chapter of Keeper Of Gudrun, an original medieval fantasy saga made public by yours truly, right here on Steemit. Check out this introductory post for a little foreword and some backstory

Salutations Steemates! You are invited to accompany me on an adventure, a mythical journey into the fabled lands of Gudrun. I am in the process of completing the early chapters of a new saga titled: Keeper

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Leonard Cohen was a Montreal born singer-songwriter, poet and novelist. He passed away in 2016. In my younger years I was a huge fan of his. He was like an idol to me. I loved his music and poetic writings

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I've been on Steemit for some time now, although I haven't posted much consistently. I would just like to reintroduce myself. At heart I'm a simple man that only ever wanted to live a simple, straightforward

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Meeting the trees With my eyes I drew loose a web From a pine cone And tarried there Until the Sun rained in Through a million Razor-cut needle slits I then clenched Nine months of coal Within my fist

Ann Diamond, Montreal writer and journalist, published her memoir The Man Next Door which detailed her unusual friendship with Leonard Cohen. Diamond used to be Cohen's neighbor; in her testimony she says