Hamayim
Our old friend, William Jefferson, known to most as "The Evergreen Artist", still has a journey ahead of himself. There were not many things he'd cherished so dearly, yet the one which meant the most to him had forsaken him. However, even after months of having been separated from his love, nothing could permanently strip him of his hope, and patience. His hoping was never in vain, as he seemed to discover in the end. But can his discovery be proven, or is William merely holding onto a delusion?