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    At the Winding Path's End
    At the Winding Path's End
    At the Winding Path's End
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    At the Winding Path's End

    By Stew Shearer

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    Poet Stew Shearer has written cozy fantasy poetry for years. Now, Wyngraf is proud to release a chapbook featuring the best of Stew's work, including some brand-new, never-before-seen poems! Even better, every single poem features an original illustration by artist Carolyn Smith.

    These twenty-four little celebrations of hearth and backpack are packed with beauty, humor, and heart.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWyngraf
    Release dateJul 1, 2023
    ISBN9798215096628
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