The sun is rising on Pine Plains. I am writing again, bringing chapter five to its ripening, its fruition. Found the key to the door and got back in. My dog that was a long sleep. I am here now again, sneezing twenty times a day, lost the lemons and had too find them. It's too cold to take my god for a walk in the woods, guess I'll have to just have to remember the warmth and walk across the divide, me and the seeing eye god. Peter, Olivia, Nina, Joan, Kri, Heather, Janet, Angie, The Bee Man, Gregg, Kaos, Mike, Mike, James, Alisa, Tracix, and all of the angels who are helping us remember and making Ourstory come true. Thank you. The message will repeat. Howling to you from the holy road, Lizzie and The Dharma X=h/m "Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide."-Kahlil Gibran