"Often to me, the natural beauty of a place, a vision, a mind, a word, a genuine laugh, a solemn glance, a grain of sand or even scent of pine -- and especially a lovely woman or sometimes nothing at all -- can remind me of love and hate; dreams and remorse; creativity and blindness. In these vulnerable moments it rips at my soul and steals another infinite part of my heart, tethering my spirit to it, to wander till my return like a lingering ghost meant to never let me forget -- and I realize I have a story to tell." ~ J. Bruce Morey II