For the rest of their days the dream will come, the Lodestar waits for them to board, just outside the window. So easy to slip out of their lives into the quiet night, into the golden dawn –throw their gear aboard, and sail away.
[And at last it is over. I’ll have more to say, and share in the days to come. A grand tale draws to its close. This is my dream, the most precious — thank you to my fellow artists helping me share it.]