She walked toward me up a dark staircase, as I put away boxes of too many things to own. I saw her dark hair in my periphery wearing a blue skirt, white shirt, short sleeve, and a vest of Aztec design. She was tall and…

The tale of Crane Hill An old Military post located in the bay An old war room, updated with radar and sonar The echoing halls of a retired war zone Here the natives laid Slain by disease and Conquistador Here the soldiers died Blood spilled…