R.M. Dolin, January 2, 2024
I have witnessed the white light of forever from within the ember ashes of misdirection. Confused and uncertain, I journey back through over-traveled territory, no longer manic, just needing to be moving. A green leather chair and painting of a woman holding a guitar become flagstones of opportunity pressed into the newly ventured path of my next new restart I hope with all my heart leads me back to you.
