She Saw Herself Moving Through Another Life,

A Fear Paul Had Transformed All These Years, Like A Gifted Alchemist, Into Anger And Rebellion.

Twin Threads Ran Through Her: Fear And Excitement.

The Place Was A Familiar As Breath But As Far From His Life Now As The Moon.

The City Of Pittsburgh Gleaming Suddenly Before Her . . . So Startling In Its Vastness And Its Beauty That She Had Gasped And Slowed, Afraid Of Losing Control Of The Car

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