Moon over mountains,
waltz spanning millennia,
circling in time.



I’m in the valley of the shadow of death Palm Springs with my sister, who is busily trying to edit for sequencing.  It’d help if I weren’t so dunred dyslexic.  You’d understand what I meant if you heard me talk.  I have a face and a voice for writing…with lots and lots of help…and driving my sister stark raving bonkers…and…

Did I mention the apostrophe’s?