I do wonder, when I shall know?
To see what will be, to share with someone near or far
To exercise all life's walks
To know if the colors will change
To realize life's each day
A tapestry of many colors
It storm that brews, bubbles, stirs It then fills us with miracles and surprises
It is each minute happening
Sometimes with speed, and silent message
It is accident by way of promise occurring
It is birth, death , rebirth
It shall be, could be the answers
We seek what?
Each has there dream
My true feeling is seeing each day, as it unfolds
A gift of love, hope , promise, heartache , to feel alive
An alcoholic, miserly attorney reluctantly defends a black man from a false resisting arrest charge. He then discovers damaging information against the cops and two cronies, and embarks on a battle to keep himself and his client alive.
Forced to put the schooner Heimdall into dry-dock for repairs and modifications, the crew chooses to holiday in Southern Utah so they can rendezvous with the Professor, a brilliant confidant from Rabat. What he shares at the summit stuns the crew and
Book 3 continues the Commander and the Chief's adventures in political intrigue, superstition, old feuds, and the search of Nikola Tesla's missing papers in this Close Encounter of the Weird Kind.
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Love ya!
Jane
Ron
and may you feel alive beneath it's splendor. Have a great day dear xo