There is a place, far away, way out there,

The other day I looked at many stories and blogs i have written over the years that have been resting quietly

I asked the river for her heart I asked the mountain for her strength

I see a stream of lights in the distant, Dancing flawlessly in the horizon.

I counted the long hot summery days, One at a time in reverse orders.

To all those that have read these stories and encouraged me, I have a novel that I hope you would find it interesting.

There is a light in the sky, far and far in the land of the wonders

Time it was and what a time for breeze, Ticking widely and breathing to please,

Those large two deep brown eyes stared right at him, right through him, asking desperately for help.

No one paid special attention to the tiny young woman as she quietly rolled the wheels of her wheelchair forward and entered the art gallery.

I close my eyes…not sure if I am awake or sleep! I find myself in the middle of an unknown desert.

Bob was how everyone called him.

The teenager got off his bike, locked the two wheels to a pole, picked up his backpack,