Guardians
Humans have always tried to make sense of the random firing of synapses that occurs when we sleep an...

Point Loma is not really a landscape painting, at least, that's not how I intended it.
It's about a girl discovering a new adventure, squinting into the setting sun, peering into the distance on tippy-toes and wondering where it should take her. The path to the left beckons, and you can see where it leads, the footfalls of former travelers showing you the way . . . . let's go.
Sure it's a long walk back. But you will never know if you don't choose.
Humans have always tried to make sense of the random firing of synapses that occurs when we sleep an...
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