In Some Deep Place In Her Heart,

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

Your Understanding Of A Place Changes The Longer You Stay; You Discover More, And Your Own Life Gets Woven Into The Fabric Of The Community.

You Can't Spend The Rest Of Your Life Tiptoeing Around To Try And Avert Disaster. It Won't Work. You'll Just End Up Missing The Life You Have.

Either Things Grow And Change Or They Die.

Her Voice, High And Clear, Moved Through The Leaves, Through The Sunlight. It Splashed Onto The Gravel, The Grass. He Imagined The Notes Falling Into The Air Like Stones Into Water, Rippling The Invisible Surface Of The World. Waves Of Sound, Waves Of Light: His Father Had Tried To Pin Everything Down, But The World Was Fluid And Could Not Be Contained.