what westerly windana was.
Pete Drouyn, that’s who she was.
Nightmares can be had, by ordinary men, who walk in a dream dressed in their mothers’s clothes, or their sister’s – their wife’s.
Not so ordinary men, then.
This fellow, because fellow is what he is, has something in his courage veins that may never be understood – even by those who knew Him and now circle Her,
like looking fish, big-eyed and curious.
No beauty here, because Westerly is not a lovely – she’s more of a beacon.
pic lifted from gndsurf