MSG Intro and the cover that is most assuredly NOT a cover.

This is probably due to my background in publishing but I always do mock up covers once I get moving on something.   Fishnets and pearls are a bit trite and not very representative of the contents but actually no I don't recall why I decided to do this, never mind.   It seems the thing to do at th time. (March I think) 


Funny story I though I was linking the intro in the last post. Nope.   This would be that. :)  No need to change the prior post though  that would just be more confusing. 

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Well trod garden paths

Tears from Google (This is an actual update. I know, panic.)

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2023

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