I found it, but I don't know what it means.
Log date, January 7, 2024.
So many things exist right under our noses that most of us just don't see.
Why aren't we looking?
Are we too busy, or are we afraid of what we might find?
We are lookers, and we're not afraid.
Many of us have taken to the sky, but me?
I'm exploring someplace else.
The past.
At the moment, I'm coming through 1928.
Why?
Well, my grandpa was convinced that that's where the answers would be found.
He was right.
They were hiding in plain sight, just like he said they'd be.
Oakland Oaks, 1928, Penny.
What safer place is there to hide than behind baseball, or
behind a musical mouse named Mickey?
That's all it took.
That one question, and bingo.
The hieroglyph.
It was everywhere.
Who wrote this, and what were they trying to tell us?
Is it something known only to a select few, and to the ones who spy on them?
Is there an underground network that understands it all?
Is she the keeper of secrets?
How about you, Mickey?
Is it you?
I think it is.
Until we have the answers, we will continue to look into the past so that we
can understand where we are headed.
I found it, but I don't know what it means.
Log date, January 7, 2024.
So many things exist right under our noses that most of us just don't see.
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