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EXCERPT] I'd had that undeniable sort of feeling that foretells of a rare and exceptional journey ahead; the type that promises to transcend and test the limits  of your mind.  Like it was dawn, on the edge of a sparkled blue coast with evening promises of a deep orange sunlit sky, and a private train tempting your soul to listen to the blowing of its whistle. Imagine the train slows; a most charming host standing on a sweet caboose pouring his special blend of tequila into a freshly juiced margarita. He offers you up a chair with a twinkle in his eye that has your heart glistening in response. Do you hop on the terrace of the caboose with your sunglasses on and take a seat - or, do you let the train pass you by?   How often does that happen?





Now, if in your visions you saw skies of gray, and instead of a train it was an old cruiser, headed into a desert lined with tumbleweeds? Did you imagine an open field and a blanket further down the road? Your lover’s smile at the wheel? Did you hop in?  And, knowing that love is not a lone tuberose, what if you realized that you might lay naked and vulnerable late into the stark night, thorns sprinkled on the ground anda barbed wire fence surrounding you? How about with wolves howling at you from an unsettling proximity, and you’re stuck in rain in the middle of the mud and muck -but, you had that feeling of an undeniable love at your side? Would you still take the journey?