|Morning to night our story unfolds. Our cells are stepping stones. Our dreams are whispered from the galaxy. Our hands search. Our hearts yearn for a Common Tale.|
I have watched my husband sleep in this position for over 35 years. We have always shared our dreams. Together, we have watched the sky, watched the night, and mused about the mystery of it All. And then I was so impressed that the last full moon was a blue moon. The shapes of chromosomes have always fascinated me.