A mysterious vision. A cryptic epiphany. A hopeful dream ballad for strange and dangerous times. *** From the foreword: "Anyone who writes knows that some days you're arranging driftwood and desert island beach stones, trying to signal an airplane, trying to jury-rig a radio telescope from the stuff in your pockets. And then, other days, you're soaked catching high tide tsunami water in cups, scrambling to translate an alien transmission. This was the latter. These are strange days, to say the least. Here's to better days ahead."
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