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He was given the name Kirk in the year of the Fire Horse between the Yukaipat of Cahuilla and the Serrano in the Republic of the Golden Bear where Greyback and Jacinto creep past one another. He painted with light and shadow carrying with him the spirit of all his forefathers and foremothers, the royalty of Loki, poets from the woods, scientists for the Eagles and the Raven.

She took the name Jennifer in the year of the Wood Snake far in the ever green land of ancients, frogs, dragonflies, and orcas who knew Mother Earth had painted her stewards to remind them they once were a member of the wolf family. From an early age the druidic ancestors gave her the ability to see the energy of life as sparks, and a family that spanned from the American white halls and sacred grounds to fiery metal birds that soar among the stars.

Young they met in hills now far away when the fever gripped them both and their hearts beat as one, only to find twenty seasons between them as he dreamed and she wept, both pining for the days by the river with lyres and fire in the sands. But for everything there is two, the moon and the sun, earth and sky, two eyes and two ears, two hands, two legs, and so it was two that found each other from across the two coasts both living next to a river as artists of the same trades, two lives yet still one heart.