Over the years and the passing seasons many, many transitions and changes have transpired.
Now all that remains is a ghostly recollection that emits some verbiage and articulation at certain junctions.
Perhaps this is due to the triggers that still have hold and spring. Potentialities surround and poems still alight.
The potential...
is still there and being salvaged. However, it is difficult to repair the damage done by the terrible storms that have buffeted the structure. The basic vision was hijacked from the core by stealth and division; held hostage, it had no reason to live, but it did!
Now, is the time for rebirth: AJD. I feel confident that the new direction will be rewarded with bright vistas. Old blood returns and nibbles the edges of the new delicacies.