Either Things Grow And Change Or They

That There Were Other Worlds, Invisible, Unknown, Beyond Imagination Even, Was A Revelation To Him.

He Carried Paul Inside And Up The Stairs. He Gave Him A Drink Of Water And The Orange Chewable Aspirin He Like And Sat With Him On The Bed, Holding His Hand...this Was What He Yearned To Capture On Film: These Rare Moments Where The World Seemed Unified, Coherent, Everything Contained In A Single Fleeting Image. A Spareness That Held Beauty And Hope And Motion - A Kind Of Silvery Poetry, Just As The Body Was Poetry In Blood And Flesh And Bone.

They Turned A Distracted Gaze On The World, Wide-eyed, Somehow, And Questioning.

He'd Kept This Silence Because His Own Secrets Were Darker, More Hidden, And Because He Believed That His Secrets Had Created Hers.

She Saw Herself Moving Through Another Life, An Exotic, Difficult, Satisfying Life.