Roux True, Untrue

Possibly the greatest nourishment the human soul and spirit can receive in this life is from two lovers sharing a dream together. It rises as an irresistible frothy roux of sweet arousal and boundless joy in both hearts. But thereafter, as the days and years come to pass, as sometimes they sizzle, simmer, as sometimes they roil like stormy seas in a skillet, their shared struggle will be for neither heart to ever let go of the dream. Because it only takes one untrue heart, you see — it only takes one who loses heart for the dream to melt into a chillingly bitter puddle of sorrow, now no longer feeding or sustaining two lost and lonely shadows. And rare is the sweet aperitif that can revive this love, this dream, once its aroma and life enriching flavors have gone to vinegar.

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Through this Thornhorn window …