Slowly we've abandoned the ruins of the ideal past... of the life once lived. A season that existed from beneath a dome of cards. A place where nothing seemed forced and only things of great insignificance shot wide off the mark. It is from here however, in this moment, rising up through questionable meaning, that we find passages ahead. 

Now, as the girls and I wander straight ahead without bitterness or dismal expectations, we do not ignore our sorrows nor allow it's poisons to spill into our sane moments of welcomed cheer. In the present moment, we walk five abreast, from a reverent bend of that deserted location. We journey onward and consciously grieve. We siphon our innate abilities to heal ourselves and we hold onto one another. 

Here,  still warmed by her fire, we de-hinge the chamber doors of our intense love for Denise, and experience this existence as never before.

Jason