
Looking across the Annapolis Valley from a look-out point on the North Mountain, the ridge of the South Mountain forms the horizon.
First I scoffed at you
So small yet called a mountain
You became my home
About the Creator
Janna Ehrenholz
I love stories. And I think you do, too.
The stories I write are influenced by old fairy tales, the wild landscapes I've lived in, and every question that I've felt the need to ask again and again.
If that appeals to you, come along. :)



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