REAWAKENING - an excerpt
Page 36 - 37
Jim's arousal from the sleep state
BOOKS BY AUDREY AUSTIN: The theme of this blog is creative writing. I've written many poems, short stories, novellas, novels, and more. I've recently entered the exciting world of books for children. I hope you will want to get to know me and, of course, I hope you will want to buy a book or two.
Wednesday, February 11, 2026
Tuesday, February 10, 2026
SARA, a Canadian Saga - an excerpt
SARA, a Canadian Saga - an excerpt
Page 42 - 43
Vivid nightmares tormented her for weeks afterward. Visions of her little dog hanging from a rafter amid the burning flames of hell; a bent, black sculpture chiseled by the devil himself began to stay with her even in her waking hours.
"The dreams won't let me be, mama," she cried night after night. "Please let me stay up. Don't make me go to bed!" But her mother had hardened her heart. She turned a deaf ear and her tongue became sharper than ever.
But it was her father's coldness that cut into Sara's soul. Sara had grown accustomed to her mother's anger but always in the past her father had been there with a laugh a hug, a story to tell. Frightened by his stony silence she drew into herself. At night when she couldn't sleep she filled page after page in her journal.
Soon her father's silence turned into something more dreadful. Sara lay in her bed and listened to the ugly words being hurled back and forth between her mother and her father.
"It's the act of a coward!" she heard her mother yell through angry tears. "This is my home! I won't be moved!"
"Then you'll live in it by yourself!" her father stormed.
"Let the neighbours help, Brent!" Rebecca begged. "We can rebuild the garage. We can start over!"
"Neighbours be damned, woman!" he roared. "Are the neighbours gonna pay the high interest on the money we'd need to borrow? Take a look at me, Rebecca, I'm sixty years old. We're movin' and that's final! I don't wanna hear another word about it!"
A few weeks later Sara watched the men pack all their belongings into the old truck. She sat between her sisters in the back seat of the car and tried not to cry as their neighbour drove her family to Summerside. Her papa's new Ford had gone up in smoke. Poor papa! He was so proud of that car, kept it so highly polished Sara could see her face in it. Their neighbour stopped his car in front of a narrow, old, two-storied white house on King Street. Sara stood on the sidewalk and stared up at her new home. Even to a child's eyes it wasn't much of a place.
"It was the best I could do with what little money I had," Brent insisted to his wife.
"We'd have done better to stay where we were, Brent. It's not too late. We can still go back," she pleaded.
"I tell you there's no goin' back. I hired with a company here and it's here we're stayin'. Now, once and for all woman, will you let that be the end of it!"
Upstairs in the shabby townhouse Sara and Martha clung together. "I can't stand to listen to them fighting all the time, Martha. I'm scared," Sara whimpered.
"I'm scared too, Sara. I believe our world has collapsed!"
SARA, a Canadian Saga is available in Kindle, Paperback, and Audiobook formats on all Amazon sites. You will find it on my Amazon Author's Page at https://amazon.com/author/audreyaustin
audiobook cover
paperback cover
Monday, February 9, 2026
IS AGE REALLY JUST A NUMBER?
IS AGE REALLY JUST A NUMBER?
an emotional empowerment workbook for women - an excerpt
Page 4
Lewis Carroll is the man who said, "Life, what is it but a dream?" As children, we sing the song, "Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream."
When one ceases to dream, one is old.
Dreams are a source of inspiration. It is only with inspiration that one will never grow old, no matter how many birthdays one celebrates.
When one is inspired the world is gifted with books, with music, with faith, with art, with family, with love, with hope, with life, with all that is good.
Page 12
We are women living in a new age, adjusting our lives to live within a challenging economy, a chaotic fear-filled world where much that, for years, has seemed reliable, traditional, acceptable, is no longer at our fingertips.
In this 21st century we sometimes have difficulty keeping pace with the rapid technological, philosophical, political, economical, psychological, and spiritual transformation we are witnessing and experiencing. It can be overwhelming.
Throughout recent years, and especially in this new year of 2026, people have expressed to me very real fears about this rapid transformation. I've heard it said, "It's all too much for me!" I also hear, "I'm getting too old for this and I'm afraid I can't keep up."
Some say they are not concerned because they are afraid to appear vulnerable; afraid to be thought of as weak. They may fall back on the old cliche and say, "It is what it is. Get over yourself!"
We all are aware of the saying, "You can't teach an old dog new tricks."
I question the truth of that statement ............
IS AGE REALLY JUST A NUMBER - an emotional empowerment workbook for women is available in paperback format on all Amazon sites. You will find it in my Amazon Author's page at https://amazon.com/author/audreyaustin
Sunday, February 8, 2026
FOLK ART - COLOURFUL EXPLORATIONS
FOLK ART - COLOURFUL EXPLORATIONS - an excerpt
Since this publication is one that is filled with pictures, an excerpt is a challenge, but here we go.
Page 4
His favourite pastime was oil painting, but, in addition, he created lovely works with stained glass. He was also a highly skilled wood turner.
When I saw he was losing interest, I had a large table set up in our basement family room with an easel at either end. Two painting stations - one for a very talented artist, the other for me, a woman who had never attempted to paint anything in her life.
My partner produced some lovely work. I didn't. But I did discover that I loved to paint. That was my beginning.
Page 5
It was friends who gave me the title of 'folk artist'. I accepted and I continue to be a prolific painter into my eighties. I love colour.
In this publication are many of my paintings. I hope you will enjoy my folk art.
Page 23
This little bird
hasn't a care in the world.
His eye is not on
just the sparrow.
This is my most recent painting.
I chose it especially for page one
because it is a happy reminder of
Brian and I on one of our
many visits to Sault Ste Marie
when we stayed at the hotel
by the water.
FOLK ART - COLOURFUL EXPLORATIONS is available in paperback and in hard cover on all Amazon sites. You will find it on my AmazonAuthor's page at https://amazon.com/author/audreyaustin
cover is picture of the rockface at Horne Lake
which I viewed for the very first time
on my moving-in day in Elliot Lake.
I was overwhelmed by its beauty.
I knew I had made the right move.
Saturday, February 7, 2026
ALMOST TIME TO LEAVE - Memoir - an excerpt
ALMOST TIME TO LEAVE, Memoir - an excerpt
PAGE 197 - 198
At this time, a kind friend, Stephen Calverly, and I hope Stephen won't mind my mentioning his name in this writing, told me about his discovery of a labyrinth atop the hill on the old mall property downtown in Elliot Lake.
I was fascinated by this mention because it brought back a memory of my, not only walking, but dancing a labyrinth at a Sufi gathering many years earlier in Toronto; an experience I have always remembered with such delight.
I wanted to see this labyrinth. Stephen offered to take me to it. I contacted my friend, Dolores, a spiritual friend. I thought a labyrinth might be something right up her alley. And she was interested. She and I went together and met Stephen at the location he had described.
He didn't stay with us long. He left the two of us there to make our spiritual walk. And we did. And it was a very healing experience for me.
Very soon after this inspirational walk, I sat down and began writing a little book which I titled "Shh! We Don't Talk About That!" which was then published.
I was grateful for the opportunity to write about many wonderful, painful, joyful experiences I'd been blessed with in my life; grateful to share them with whoever may have an interest in things paranormal or metaphysical.
PAGE 137 - 138
We arrived at the Elliot Lake Secondary School and were pleased to see that on that very day several local services and businesses had tables set up giving us the opportunity to talk to local business operators and to learn what Elliot Lake had to offer.
When we left the school, we were impressed by the beautiful rock face wall at the back of the parking lot. It was a beautiful, sunny day. We leaned against the rock and enjoyed the warmth of the sun on our backs.
Just then a man appeared. He walked toward us yet spoke only to me. "You are meant to be here," he said.
I found this very strange yet knew he was speaking his truth.
ALMOST TIME TO LEAVE - Memoir is available in paperback format on all Amazon sites. You can find it on my Amazon Author's Page at https://amazon.com/author/audreyaustin
Friday, February 6, 2026
MORE POartRY and PROSE - an excerpt
MORE POartRY and PROSE - an excerpt
PAGE 110 - 111
"Colour Hues and Values"
This painting came about due to an assignment challenge I accepted in an on-line painting course. Colour hues and values was the matter at hand.
The idea of this course was to use a minimal number of acrylic paint colours and, from them, to see how many hues and values I was able to discover and display in my picture.
If I relate this assignment to my life, I receive a valuable lesson.
I'm a very ordinary woman. Within me, I carry a minimal number of talents. I've learned that most of us do. When I was a child, my mother taught me that every person has talents. It's just that some of them are hidden.
I've learned that a human can take the minimal number of talents he possesses and he can, in time, discover, maximize, and display these talents in myriad ways.
Yes, sometimes the discovery requires tiresome and sometimes painful digging because the talent is deeply and darkly hidden.
But just as I discovered a variety of hues, shades, and values within a minimal number of colours, the opportunity is there for each one of us, to find, and appreciate, that rainbow within ourselves.
Let your light shine.
"THE OLD NEIGHBOURHOOD"
Page 80 -81
By the time the Jamaicans moved into the old neighbourhood, I was no longer a child. I was a young woman who had made her walk down the aisle.
Just like the Anglos and the Italians, I, along with my new husband, moved to the suburbs, to a neighbourhood where people didn't sit on the front porch to keep an eye on the kids playing in the streets.
Oh, no, in the suburbs everyone hid in their backyards and had barbecues on the patio. Children were no longer allowed to play in the streets but were tucked away safely with the barbecues in the backyards.
Maybe this was the beginning of the end. The end of a time when neighbours knew each other, looked out for each other; a time when mothers were home to look after the children while the daddies went out to work.
I am blessed with memories of an interesting childhood on the front porches and streets of the old neighbourhood that was a safe and welcoming place to be.
MORE POartRY and PROSE is available in Kindle and Paperback formats on all Amazon sites. You can find it in my Amazon Author's Page at https://amazon.com/author/audreyaustin
Thursday, February 5, 2026
POartRY and PROSE - an excerpt
POartRY and PROSE - an excerpt
PAGE 19 - 20
I know very little about these elephants. While visiting Thailand many years ago, I was given the chance to ride upon an elephant's back. Today I regret that I did not accept the opportunity.
But there is one elephant I do know a little about and that is 'the elephant in the living room'. I did not spend years working as a psychospiritual practitioner without raising my awareness of this creature. I knew that it most often carried the obvious major issue that clients avoided discussing, or even acknowledging.
THE ELEPHANT IN THE LIVING ROOM
He is sitting on the coffee table
Of that, we're all aware.
Still, we will talk around him
As though he isn't there.
We may discuss his tail,
A small and minor detail.
While obvious major issues
Escape admission without fail.
"We can't get beyond what we've never been in."
PAGE 134
Canadian seniors are the quiet majority. At this time of writing members of the C.U.P.E. union are on strike. They state that $38,000.00 annual income is just not enough to cover the high cost of living. What wouldn't a senior waiting for his pension cheque do to receive such an income? If he is fortunate, he may be receiving half that amount. Many seniors are receiving less than half that amount.
Why aren't seniors more vocal? Why aren't seniors out there on a picket line, signs raised in frustration? Why are they quiet about their ever-growing financial concerns?
I don't have the answers to these questions.
I do know that for too many senior citizens the wait for the mail carrier, or the bank deposit, is a long one and, for some, a hungry one. This is something that is in need of change.
"Positive identity is crucial to human existence. Each of us needs to have a sense of who we are and a sense of what makes us valuable." Having to scrounge enough money to get through and cover expenses each and every month rips away at a senior's self-worth. We all need both self-knowledge and self-regard.
Financial insecurity is not only frightening, it is also demeaning. Our Canadian seniors deserve better. ......................
Page 28
Weary woman worries when
the door is shut
on hope that drowns
in white envelopes
piling up on table
demanding payment, satisfaction,
threatening to kill
the little faith
that barely floats above the stack.
POartRY and PROSE is available in both Kindle and Paperback formats on all Amazon sites. You will find it in my Amazon Author's page at https:amazon.com/author/audreyaustin
Wednesday, February 4, 2026
My Three Books for Children - excerpts
MY THREE BOOKS FOR CHILDREN - Excerpts
THE LAST DROP Page 23 - 26
Please, Mommy, let us play
out in the yard
Being stuck indoors all day
is really quite hard.
Quiet down children,
the rain will soon stop
You can venture outdoors
once we hear the last drop.
Restless, unhappy
the two children yawned
They want to sail
Bobby's boat in the pond.
Suddenly, Alison
thinks of a plan
Bobby is excited
Yes, I'm sure we can ...............
ELEPHANT AND THE BUMBLY BEE
Page 39 - 41
In Sweden Edward learned to ski,
"Hey Beatrice Bee! Look! Look at me!"
But when the fun wore off,
Edward felt very cold.
So cold, too cold,"This is too much for me."
Bumbly agreed that the air, fresh and cold
was too much for Elephant, his health was at stake,
With his magic they traveled to a far-away land,
Back to Canada, a small town called Elliot Lake ........
ONE DAY WITH MISTY
Misty Loves to be Brushed - page 32 - 34
After breakfast every morning, Mom calls to me while I am resting atop my cat tree.
I love resting, and even sleeping, in my cat tree.
It is wonderfully comfortable, and from high atop the tree I can watch the squirrels as they play beneath the trees outside my window.
Mom is sitting on the sofa, and I hear her calling.
"Brush, Misty!"
I know what she is saying. She is saying 'brush'.
My Mom knows I love the brush.
When I hear her saying this magic word I say good-bye to the squirrels.
I climb down from the top of my cat tree, and I stroll over to the sofa.
"Jump up," Mom says.
I do jump up and I make myself comfortable beside her on the sofa.
Then I feel the brush against my fur. Mom brushes my head, my back, and the side of my face.
I stretch out and roll over onto my back. When I do this, Mom brushes my tummy. I especially love to have my tummy brushed.
I would like to spend the entire day relaxing beside Mom while she brushes my coat.
But then I hear her say, "Okay, that's enough for this time."
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Tuesday, February 3, 2026
Shh! We Don't Talk About That! - an excerpt
SHH! We Don't Talk About That! - an excerpt
PAGE 60 - 62
A very long time ago an acquaintance introduced me to a Chinese text called the I Ching which talks about the relationship between an individual and the cosmos. The I Ching asserts that somehow my inner being is participating in the exterior world.
For example, I choose to watch a random movie on Netflix, one I know nothing about, yet discover that the characters in the movie are experiencing or questioning those things which are mine to deal with. I experience a sort of revelation.
These days our world has become too scientific and logical to consider revelations or, in other words, messages from the divine. But, as for me, I am open to these messages, and I am grateful when I receive them. I believe there is wisdom in synchronicity. I don't believe these kinds of happenings are 'mere coincidence'.
It's not to say that I don't believe in coincidence because I do, but when certain coincidences are repetitive or when they speak to my heart, or when I awaken from a dream with the answer to a question that has been with me for some time, I say this is not coincidence. To me, this is synchronicity.
Carl Jung has been quoted as saying that dreams are God's forgotten language. I don't question his wisdom and I do pay attention to my dreams, particularly those that are repetitive. I believe there are many kinds of dreams. Some are just a rehash of what is going on in my life with, perhaps, the message that it is time to slow down or to simplify. Some dreams are very helpful.
As I mentioned I often wake up with the answer to a question; an answer that has been evading me. Sometimes dreams, particularly repetitive dreams, are prophetic.
I trust my dreams. I do believe they exist to help me from day to day in my very ordinary life here on earth. I will talk more about dreams.
I share a quote from a Google search. "Carl Jung saw dreams as the psyche's attempt to communicate important things to the individual, and he valued them highly, perhaps above all else, as a way of knowing what was really going on. Dreams are also an important part of the development of the personality - a process that he called individuation."
I would like to share a couple of dreams with you that have, indeed, formed an important part of the development of my personality....................
SHH! We Don't Talk About That! is available in both Kindle and Paperback formats on all Amazon sites. You will find it in my Amazon Author's page at https://amazon.com/author/audreyaustin
Monday, February 2, 2026
STRUGGLE - To Reach the Bridge of Light - an excerpt
STRUGGLE - To Reach the Bridge of Light - an excerpt
Page 317 - 319
"Oh, look! Do you see it?" she shouted.
Maria's six companions were dumbfounded. They could see the old boat as it rested, waiting peacefully, on the water just as it had been doing for many long, patient years.
"Good grief! We've traveled all this way to come to this old wreck?" Bernard sneered, unable to hide his disappointment. "How is this possible?"
"I see the old boat now! Do you all see it?" Maria exclaimed. "It looks exactly as I saw it in my dreams."
Their footsteps on the bridge that extended itself above and across the Caribbean Sea were more confident now. They had not the slightest fear, even as their feet stepped onto nothingness above the water. Their trust was immeasurable. Their faith assured them that the bridge would extend to receive their steps. They trod the bridge of light across the waters and, one by one, they boarded the old brown boat.
Upon the deck of the aged, corroded vessel, the seven huddled together. "I've done my fair share of boating and fishing as a boy in Elliot Lake," Bernard declared. "I can tell you we are not going to get far in this rust bucket. To borrow from my Buddhist reading, 'Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.' When I say this old boat won't sail far, trust me, that is the truth."
"It seems very odd to me," Connie said, in her no-nonsense tone of voice, "that we have walked across the world, and now across this sea, in a most magical manner upon the bridges of light only to end up on an ancient brown boat that looks as though it hasn't been sea-worthy since Columbus."
"I agree, Connie," John responded. "A Maori canoe would get me further than this old boat could. To say that the situation we find ourselves in is odd is putting it mildly."
Boom! The peace, the quiet of the old brown boat was shattered by a menacing sound like the cacophonic rumbling of a giant's stomach. Boom! Boom! They covered their ears to protect themselves from the bellowing roar of the explosion.
"Oh, my God," Carley shouted. "The Quill is erupting!"
STRUGGLE - To Reach the Bridge of Light is available in both Kindle and Paperback formats on all Amazon sites. You will find it on my Amazon Author's page at https://amazon.com/author/audreyaustin
Sunday, February 1, 2026
THE OBSERVER - His Eye is on the Sparrow - an excerpt
THE OBSERVER - His Eye is on the Sparrow - an excerpt
Page 253 - 256
"I feel overwhelmed, Aarav," I say as I look around me at the dreadful slum conditions.
"I'm not surprised, Karen. I told you in Canada that this cultural shock may be too much for you. Do you want to return to your apartment?"
I want to say yes, please get me out of here, but down deep within my soul, I hear my grandmother, Karina say, "What you are seeking is seeking you."
I look into Aarav's eyes and say, "I am here for a reason, Aarav. I'm in. This is where I need to be."
"That's my girl!" he exclaims. Then taking my arm, he says, "Come with me."
We walk through the massive slum, past many people, primarily women and children I notice. "You work here, Aarav?"
"I do, Karen. And it is here I will work with you if you feel strong enough to be here."
Immediately, I'm remembering an old Sunday School verse that I had been forced long ago to memorize. "Do not grieve, for the joy of the Lord is your strength. Do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. The Lord is my strength and my song."
"I am strong enough, Aarav," I reply. And I am.
After a short walk, along a rough, uneven pathway, we arrive at a small, neat, wooden building. Aarav opens the door. With him, I walk inside. I see a bare, scrubbed clean wooden floor; three wooden, clean but cluttered desks; and some file cabinets.
"I told you, Karen, that I have my degree in accounting."
"Yes, you did. But why are you mentioning this to me now, Aarav?"
"It's important that you know and understand me, Karen. Here in the Braden Project I work, not only with those in the western world who fundraise to keep this project alive, but also directly with the people here. It's here that I'm given the opportunity to use my gift of healing. I spend time with the people. They come here to this office and I speak with them and do my best to understand all that they are trying to deal with. I come here three days a week. For this work, I receive no salary."
"If you receive no salary, how do you live? How do you support yourself and pay for such a lovely apartment?"
"For the other four days a week, Karen, I work as accountant for my father's law firm. I also work for other business firms as accountant; keeping their books and for this work I'm well remunerated."
"Where do I fit in, Aarav?" I ask.
"Karen, if you feel strong enough to come to this slum five days a week, to work in this office as secretary, but more importantly, as a friend and advisor to the people who reside here, you will receive a secretary's salary; enough to support you in your small Bangalore apartment."
"I see," I say.
"Do you want some time to think it over, Karen?"
"Will you be here to work with me Aarav?"
"Yes, I'll be here but for only three days a week. My work here is volunteer. You will need to be here five days a week which means two days a week you are on your own. There are other volunteers and employees in this slum area but what I mean to say is that for two days a week you will be here on your own in this office. Are you up for it?"
"I hope I am, Aarav. I want to be and there is only one way to find out."
THE OBSERVER - His Eye is on the Sparrow is available in Kindle and Paperback formats on all Amazon sites. You will find it on my author's page at https://amazon.com/author/audreyaustin
Saturday, January 31, 2026
NO PLACE TO LAY HER HEAD - an excerpt
NO PLACE TO LAY HER HEAD - a Handful of Moments - an excerpt
PAGE 23 - 24
It was very difficult for me to accept that Brian would not be able to come home again. I continued to visit him in hospital every day. Our family doctor was very loving as she spoke to me. "You will be able to visit him once he is in long-term care," she said. "You will spend quality time together. Try not to feel so sad." But I could not stop crying then even as I cannot stop crying now as I continue to type.
More time passed and it was made clear to me that my Brian would not be able to survive a surgery.
Something inside me died the day I was told that he was now in palliative care. Often I was told to 'prepare' myself.
How does one prepare herself?
PAGE 35 - 37
I put the kettle on to boil and I proceeded to make a pot of tea. As is my habit, after filling the teapot with boiling water, I refilled the kettle with cold water from the tap and set it aside on the stove prepared to heat it up for a second pot of tea if needed.
My dear sister, after drinking some of her tea, wanted to just heat it up a little. Without a word to me, she walked into the kitchen, poured water from the kettle into her cup. On her return to the living-room she had no idea why her tea was so very cold.
And for the first time in weeks, I laughed.
The others had finished their tea and, for my sister, I went back into the kitchen to make another fresh pot. It's like the angels were having fun with me. I brought the teapot into the living-room once again and poured a cup of tea for my sister.
"It's not steeped, Audrey," she said.
"That's odd," I replied. "It should be."
"What kind of tea is this?"
Of course, I had opened the wrong container, chosen the green tea instead of the black. And, of course, my sister does not like green tea.
Yes, I had reached a low point in my life where I could not for the life of me make a decent cup of tea for my visitors.
Page 44
A day arrived when I had an epiphany. There were no more documents to deal with. I was free of the paperwork. There was nothing I needed to do until income tax time rolled around. Then I would need to file Brian's final income tax forms and submit them to government.
Today, which just happens to be January 5th of 2019, I have no clear memory of exactly when anything took place. It has all been one long movie to me. But I do know that the income tax return would have needed to be filed by the end of April 2018. This filing I did. And then I could say it is finished.
I'm grateful that the paperwork part of the journey is over. It was challenging. I think something could be done by the powers that be to lessen the load of those who grieve.
NO PLACE TO LAY HER HEAD - a Handful of Moments is available on all Amazon sites. You will find it on my Amazon author's page at https://amazon.com/author/audreyaustin
Friday, January 30, 2026
Simply BE - an excerpt
Simply BE - an excerpt
Page 87
Some of the words in this book are borrowed from the Holy Bible; a few from Desiderata. Most of the words in this book are my own. But where did I first hear these words? How did I come to choose them as ones I wish to share with you? The answer to these questions is, "I am inspired by memory of my mother, and of my sister. .......... These two women taught me that it is not only possible, it is also necessary, to "simply be" - be who I really am.
Page 89 The most important thing I hope to illustrate is that we don't have to be perfect. We do the best we can with what we have and give thanks.
Page 3 Sometimes we forget that we are born into this world as human beings. We forget because too much of our time is spent as human do'ers.
We do this; we do that; and then we do some more.
Sometimes we become involved in doing so much we forget who we are.
Simply BE is a reminder to all of us that it is possible to be who we really are.
Page 46 - 48
BE HONEST
Be honest.
Always let one hand
know
what the other hand is doing.
Extend a hand to others.
Be open-handed,
Open-minded,
And, by being honest
with yourself,
Keep an open heart.
Be honest
In your business dealings
Know that your steps
are guided
as you climb
the ladder of success.
You won't fall off the ladder
if
each step you take
is an honest one.
Be honest
with your friends
"Speak your truth quietly
and clearly"
knowing that your friends
listen
with loving ears.
Simply BE is available on all Amazon sites in Kindle and Paperback. You will find it on my author's page at https://amazon.com/author/audreyaustin
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