Two lonely souls on a communal quest. To be stripped of pride and it's prejudice. Once reduced to the barest essence; they stand before each other, spirituality undressed.

Time erodes false bravado and it's pretense. The unencumbered are left alone without defense. Spirits in a vacuum rarely straddle the fence. A soul laid bare only seeks its success.

No one ever weds without chancing a kiss. Risk favors optimists and the foolish. Whatever the heart knows it must insist. In the purest form they'll be joined in bliss.


About Bo Bandy

Just a creative soul trapped in a world of cookie-cutter pragmatism...
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