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12 pages, Audible Audio
First published October 6, 2026

And life is eternal and love is immortal, and death is only an horizon, and an horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight. - William Penn. (Used not as an epigraph, but is quoted in the book)

Soon we were ploughing through her enormous music collection, spending whole days listening to Terry Riley, Philip Glass, Arvo Pärt, Pauline Oliveros, Steve Reich, and then skipping backward to Schoenberg, Berg, Webern, then early composers like Thomas Tallis.
"... Wow. That’s—romantic?” I say. I’m extremely uncomfortable with the idea of a child meeting her adult future husband naked in some lonely meadow.
Clare blushes. “I don’t tell that story to many people, it squicks them out.”
... Alba says, “I think those people are missing the bigger problem. If your life is a huge causal loop, you don’t have freedom of choice. There’s no moment when you or Dad chose each other; you were always locked together in a great big deterministic circle.”
“Fortunately, neither of us minded,” Clare says. “We would have chosen each other—we did choose each other, moment by moment, day by day. I feel very lucky to have loved and been loved by Henry.