In 1971 I called Rena in Grand Island Nebraska and asked her for a picture of her profile. She said this to me;

“I love you more afar, than near.”

I knew this seventeen year old wanted to experience and own all the power she could acquire. She was at her grandmother’s during the summer break. She had broken up with her artist boyfriend whose name I wished I owned. I also wished I had bought a camera at Goodwill ad shot rolls of film of our time together.

But, what is our time together? I believe we have not been apart in spirit for forty-four years. This idea is appalling to Rena because she has resigned to spend the rest of her life with her ex-husband who wants little to do with her. She wants to be Rosamond’s Muse, more that my Muse. But, what is being revealed I…