Mitzi Danielson-Kaslik

I do believe I am beginning to lose my mind.

The Ambicore continued its voyage into the beyond.

The lake lay still until it was disturbed

The luminance of the lantern dies.

Hope had arrived; dawn had come at last.

It showed the path for the valley.

Oh, how I love you.

His eyes suddenly fixed. Time to go.

An old ship sits alone upon the high seas. A single black flag adorning it’s tall masts. It marks time, it’s purpose remains unclear.

Until the break of dawn

There is a house in New Orleans

The show was over.