Riding high, sprinting ahead, all is well, the journey merry. And then there comes a day, a time, a phase, when the rush ebbs, the legs tire, the heart sinks, and the terrain gets rough. In both seasons, at both times, we walk not alone.
…strictly held by none, (she) is loosely bound
By countless silken ties of love and thought
To every thing on earth the compass round,
In figuring out the distribution for Kyo and Obi, I am witnessing the wonder of human connectivity. In this endless game of chain tag there are no teams, just players. Come play. You’re it!
I am interrupting the photo series to announce that Kyo and Obi is now available at INR 670, for delivery in India. Order it here, or find out where you can buy the book. As the support grows so will the outlets.