His eyes. I love his eyes.

They’ve always been incredibly dark, too dark for a human. A conundrum for the ages, perhaps. They remind me of the canopy of leaves that was ubiquitous in the thick forests in Ohio. There were many different plants, always something new to discover.

Over the years, with the seemingly endless number of skeptics that have questioned the work Raymond and I have dedicated ourselves to, I must admit to some difficulty trying to find new joy in life besides our rather questionable lifestyle.

For me, that sense of discovery, it appears, hasn’t faded.

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