Time flies. Seasons overlap. Years vanish on the wind, like smoke from an untended fire. A year ago, as summer began, I started to write one last novel. The more things change... henrymitchellbooks.com
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Mountain weather...
Mountain weather is what it is, but you never know what it will be fifteen minutes from now. Walking along Main Street in Drovers Gap, I thought I might be seeing the cover of my next book.
There will be an announcement about my next book (Among the Fallen) soon.
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