<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Chloe Dawson<br/>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… the Gulfstream in subtle Sisterhood colors lifts us before dawn … our rest was so wonderful … the gentle comfort food … sisters are so kind … must remember that as I teach us how to fight the Shadow … the Shadow must be defeated by gentleness … Gandhi and King’s passive resistance plus excessive gentleness … the yielding of our Chinese Sisters and their Tai Chi Chuan … and somehow we prevail … I cannot see how yet know I must and we must and we do …<br/><br/>… we fly through the night … Kimmie and Isis and the others … each deep in their thoughts … our new partner from Sweden seems stoic and blonde and a Valkyrie … we will rely on her, but not until we land … watch the dawn as I hold Kimmie’s hand and snuggle with our Isis … feel my body changing to sustain her … note the several things that lead to morning sickness and mitigate those … a trip to the bar on the Gulfstream for Absinthe and Grapefruit and Tomato and a few modifications to those before they touch metabolism and all is well … marvel at how Foresight and Insight together can actually allow me to manipulate biochemistry … change how a protein folds … need to learn more and communicate what I know to those who can be trusted with this art …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I love you, Kimmie. Thank you for being here with us!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… watch out the window as we traverse what a gentle nudge at communal memory reveals to be the Skagerrak and Kattegat parts of the North Sea intruding between Norway and Denmark and then over land north of Gothenburg when we begin our descent over Sweden … our adopted home, soon to be … the landing into Bromma airport northwest of Stockholm is smooth … … our plane is met by a passenger van … we disembark and after a short ride, we come to a nondescript building  spanning one block of the downtown street … the van pulls into an opening in the building into a parking area … we climb out, holding our few belongings … our Swedish companion ushers us inside … Kimmie and I are shown to a second floor suite … a fine Swedish Modern apartment … we’re told Swedish Customs will  be visiting soon to inquire …  we deposit our belongings in the bedroom except for our papers … the expected knock …<br/><br/>… the man and woman enter … present credentials … I record these on my phone … they ask our purpose for visiting … I reply, ‘my wife and I request asylum’ … they ask for what grounds … I hand them the newspaper article and we show our passports … they take photographs and ask us to remain available for further discussions … and welcome us to Sweden … when they leave, I take Kimmie’s hand and walk to the window …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Guess we’re not in Boston anymore!”</span></span><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i64.tinypic.com/2cika2p.jpg)</div>