Once upon a time….

There was a painter named Ed. Ed was an oxymoron the town said. Destined to be celibate the rest of her life and never to wed. She was a fair lady, easy on the eye at a distance. Up close? Not many could say. She always stayed away. In fact One day she dissapeared. Not even her naked friends knew where she went. And, they of all people should know, right? Beins there some of the only folk who ever claim to have gotton close to her an all…. Says, she worked with them on occasion. But, Nope, not even they knew where she went. Guess they had a fallin out right before she dissapeared. Boss man of the naked ones says, had he called her when he had promised he would have heard and not had reason to get pissy and hang up on her, when she called him.

Rumor is she drove and drove following her heart. Nearly 3000 miles it took. they say, before she stopped. In a little town they call Dover. It’s in Arkansas. It’s also where she had fallen in love back in the 90’s. Some say, she went looking for her lost love. Some say, she found him and was the reason for his wedding last Saturday. To someone else!

But, who knows? Others say, she hides out in the woods by herself. On an old indian reservation. Up in the Ozarks by Pelsor. They say, she has a huge three bedroom two bathroom, beautiful house. Close to that waterfall up there. About thirty miles out in the woods, …. And…

Some say, if you listen real good and close to the wind…. you can hear her prayers floating on the breeze. Thankin God for answerin them, for his protection and for bein her friend.