THE HIDDEN TRACK

The following passages are dedicated to Leopold, to the vernacular, to certain evil women (you know who you are), to certain wonderful people(they know who they are), to soft afternoons and quiet Sunday evenings, to Fall and seeing your breath for the first time since Spring, and to Isabelle Ya Feng ... a soul slipped by like two ships passing in the still, moonlit sea.
-- Abraham Ahmed, the Surfing Beatnik



A Heroic Wait...

Life is none but a series of painful decision making processes.
"But Lo!" said the sky pilot, "When the crest meets the shade of the sea's waves mine shall be the presents of a passing stranger and she will ask of you and you, my dear friend, shall be but a whisper's distance away."
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