Death and Morning

DESTINY Our lives are shaped by who we love... (how it goes, or doesn't) if in the dark no one's voice is near because of this and only: Sand, wind, time, waves. Between the corridors of Los Angeles and Denver - the crush of night, the stark of day - love and loss are as present as the deserts, mountains, valleys, and canyons we veer through... rivers or trails crossed...people and places missed or touched. Deciding who to love, or even how - is not an option. Either one does, or one doesn't. Ev