Inevitable, the vortex calling her back– Little girl’s first loss. (Photo by Heather Ross)
A siren’s coin of slivered light beading the tunnel’s darkened maw; a long night’s journey into day fulfills the promise of a fabled arc.
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When rooted squarely in the flickering center of your life as a mysterious cinematic expedition, duly resigned to the happy burning of chapters and missives, it is there and then that fascination, like a dimestore Virgil, takes curious hold, enacting … Continue reading