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When we'd come together at last in the hill behind the Sonoma compound it was fire, passion easily ignited after so many years apart. Awakening early the next evening to the sound of his voice, I felt the signals of his enveloping love. The easy, open warmth of his smile almost changed my mind about the concert--I could do as he'd said, let the music and the videos send my message. The words were mere seconds from speech when he asked again if I were determined to go through with it.
One step forward, two steps back as they say.