Freidvont sucked up an entire proboscis-full of moon weed nectar. This was the third blossom she had exhausted. She immediately felt the effects on her nervous system. The color of the mood weed blossoms began to shift on the spectrum and they took on a strange, yet vibrant hue.
“Freidvont!” She heard the wood fairy call her name. Then with greater urgency, “Freidvont! A sugar wasp is coming!”
I was born at the American Hospital in Neuilly-sur-Seine, France. I find inspiration in the lives of so many people from Joan of Arc to Oscar Wilde. While my primary avocation is photography, I also enjoy philosophy, theology and most of all, history. My beloved wife, Robin Anne Smith, who passed away in 2013 is also an inspiration to me. My beloved partner, Dana is also a great support and inspiration to me. I'd be remiss if I did not mention my cats: Maxwell, and Nigel.
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