From the clay of our past we are formed, living statues shaped by the many fingers that touch us along the way, each the result of the actions of others. This is a thought provoking, gripping tale of fragile minds and twisted logic that identifies the hidden dangers of loving too much, or caring too little. Nothing should ever be taken for granted, nor bound so tightly that it cannot breath. Following a chance encounter with an intriguing 'lost man' in a local park, Beth decides to finally escape the soul destroying tedium of her own empty life. Taking refuge in the arms of the wise tramp, she soon discovers that beauty and insanity often go hand in hand. This story will take you through every emotion that you have, and leave you considering your own life and what you really want from it.
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British born Katrinia Rindsberg now lives in the stunning foothills of Germany, a perfectly stimulating setting for the creation of this, her début novel. A published botanical photographer (Herbs of the Northern Shaman), a lover of the wilds of nature, with a decade of human and animal rights campaigning, and an imagination that knows no bounds, it was inevitable that her hand would eventually take up the pen and write.
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