She Had Died At Age Twelve, And

So Something Had Begun, And Now She Could Not Stop It. Twin Threads Ran Through Her: Fear And Excitement. She Could Leave This Place Today. She Could Start A New Life Somewhere Else.

He Fished In His Pocket For His Keys And Instead Pulled Out The Last Geode, Gray And Smooth, Earth-shaped. He Held It, Warming In His Palm, Thinking Of All Mysteries The World Contained: Layers Of Stone, Concealed Beneath The Flesh Of Earth And Grass; These Dull Rocks, With Their Glimmering Hidden Hearts.

My First Job Was In A Nursing Home - A Terrible Place In Retrospect. It Was In An Old House, And The Residents Were So Lonely. People Rarely Visited Them. I Only Stayed There A Couple Of Months, But It Made A Strong Impression On Me.

A Moment Was Not A Single Moment At All, But Rather An Infinite Number Of Different Moments, Depending On Who Was Seeing Things And How.

You Can't Stop Time. You Can't Capture Light. You Can Only Turn Your Face Up And Let It Rain Down.