August 18, 1788        Mon Cher Donatien     After all of our play, all of our fun and games... little surprised me. Until last night. Now, alone with the truth, I lie here in my own bed, in...

The savannah sun begins to riseand paints the blackened earth in amber glowgilding the ground beneath the open skiesa prelude to what I have yet to knowI wander on while morning winds now riseand whisper truths the ancient grasses...