Lines

<h3 class=ql-align-justify><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(67 67 67 1)>On a foggy morning in New York City a man and a woman are about to run into each other literally.  Upon impact they fall to the ground in an instinctively protective hug.  The fog dissipates and they stare into each other's eyes in disbelief at the sheer magnitude of their bodily collision and their subsequent spontaneous coupling.  They laugh.  The man a writer invites the woman an artist for coffee and they talk until lunch.  They date.  They fall in love hard.  They marry just two months later.  And four years later their marriage is on the precipice of disaster. </span></h3><p class=ql-align-justify><br></p><h3 class=ql-align-justify><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(67 67 67 1)>On a foggy morning in New York City the same man and woman pass through the fog oblivious of each other's existence.  Until five years later when the writer finds an oval-shaped locket no bigger than his thumbnail a tiny white dress painted within the boundary of its golden border. </span></h3><p class=ql-align-justify><br></p><h3 class=ql-align-justify><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(67 67 67 1)>Lines</em><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(67 67 67 1)> is about possibilities about the choices we make - or fail to make.  It's a star-crossed love story; it's a bitter tragedy.  It's about Josh and Abby and their intertwined lives together and apart through births and deaths and the beautiful mess in between.</span></h3><p><br></p>