Panic Through the Pines

<p style='margin-top:0mm;margin-right:0mm;margin-bottom:8.0pt;margin-left:0mm;font-size:16px;font-family:Times New Romanserif;'>“Watching the fog rise off the lake simultaneously with steam rising from the coffee was my once beloved morning ritual. I look out onto the lake and ask myself a simple question: What do I do next?  It was a gradual transition from being motivated to remain sociable and pleasant throughout the course of the days and weeks then the once joyous cheers by the nightly fire turned slowly into a new level of solitude and anger.” </p><p style='margin-top:0mm;margin-right:0mm;margin-bottom:8.0pt;margin-left:0mm;font-size:16px;font-family:Times New Romanserif;'><br>James Marshall rides an exciting rollercoaster through life and his journey comes with many a twist and turns and dark tunnels. The view of the mountains and tall pines nestled in the heart of the Adirondacks become a permanent second home to create countless memories and family joy. </p><p><br></p>