This picture was taken from the front porch of the 250 year old stone farmhouse where I lived for one year. It lays outside of Berryville, VA in the no man’s land of Clarke County. It was here that Wrathful Empathies was conceived and partially written. I gave it to my daughter Becky to read. She said it was three books in one and needed major editing. Heading her advice, I sought professional editorial help. It took another year to finish. This view was amazing with the entire setting inspirational. You can see the old stone barn in the right. Of course, the far off Blue Ridge mountains are lurking under the clouds.
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