The Words I Leave Behind

Fayshoneshire Limited

 The Words I Leave Behind is an intimate collection of love poems written by artist/author, Suzanne Dietz, which were inspired by a wildly romantic imagination, intense lucid dreams, the mysterious worlds of the spirit, reincarnation, and other such flights of fancy.
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 Suzanne Dietz lives quietly alone in a very small rural town in The Enchanted Mountains of Western New York, where the winters are extremely cold for nearly six months of the year. Short days, long nights and an abundance of snow create a surreal Winter Wonderland that is ideal for the daydreaming needed for creating art, composing songs and writing stories. 


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Publisher
Fayshoneshire Limited
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Published on
Nov 18, 2013
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Pages
150
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ISBN
9781478196860
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Language
English
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Genres
Poetry / American / General
Poetry / General
Poetry / Subjects & Themes / General
Poetry / Women Authors
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