The Scent Keeper

by Erica Bauermeister

Back before there was time… The vast majority if our island was underwater descending down 2, 3, 500 bone chilling feet …forever really into chilly waters

Grief makes a tunnel of our lives and it is all too easy to lose sight of others in the darkness with us..,

Once upon a time There was a nightingale that lived in the woods her Song was so beautiful that it could take people back to all the things they wished they had done and all the things they wished they could be…

You cannot take only one life you always take two the person you killed and the person you thought you were