"HE'S STILL ALONE WITH HIS PAIN."
So said my son and he was right. Forty years had gone and Joshua was locked into a broken heart. But Shaya saw the way out. The clear road. The vision undiluted. He saw what I could not see in the quagmire of my thinking. He saw in one reading the rebirth of a dream. Thank you, Shaya for the key to what I hope to be a story that shatters the myths about who or what we were meant to be. Ghost Runners lives despite the author's limitations and re-defines the American Dream.
What is your dream?
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