Michael S. Love
Author, Editor, Poet, Children's Books/Stories, Articles when I know what I am talking about. Wiccan. Ordained Minister. Drummer.
The Selected The ship's sail blocked out the sun for just a moment out on the horizon and then it was gone. Just gone. But I had gotten a picture. Walking up on the beach towards the house I felt empty but somehow still complete. I had been chosen. I had finally seen it and I knew that it was real.