l dreams, had become a masterpiece of quiet de
bitious business partner, and her "Aura" bra
y soul, was deemed a "liability," his vibrant oil-and-turpenti
than away to a mysterious "Pathways Institute" – a place Victoria t
marketable, and socially acceptable forms," he' d said, a chilli
David' s contempt: "You, with your failed architecture career and you
nd devoid of emotion: "Ma'am, there's been an inc
ish yacht, popping champagne and basking in their "perfec
vid, his party' s laughter a grotesque backdrop to my guttural announceme
leaving you, David. This is me erasing you... You have no son. You
sed to say, "feel things deeper... Wh
the ancient knowing awakened within me, ready to reclaim what was