memories are winged creatures
coming and going as they please
forgetting the reflection by the sea
resting only when the tempest descends
into a red moon memory glides and flutters
but just for a night or two
the winged creature will return
bringing it's compass to lost sailors
and a smile to broken lovers.
-h ....and so on...

we are in South Carolina by the beach right now. Some of us are sick but spirits are high. The Atlantic Ocean has treated us well. We got to stay at a house owned by our newest uncle: Uncle Gamil
it's been a great last stretch of the tour.
we look forward to seeing more of you kind beautiful people!
come out and tell your friends. we miss you already! -rc