She was as frail and unnoticed as a whisper on the wind, floating beneath her cotton sail of memory, content to ride out the tempest of one last adventure.

A generic Ulysses, she sought out home with the same epic passion.

Only there was no Homer to immortalize her saga, to witness her quest for life’s answers.

Her voyage, her search, her story was destined to fade on the breath of the wind.

Ah, but once…

Copyright 2009

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