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391 pages, Paperback
First published April 28, 2020
He says he doesn’t want to dance,
but that’s what we do.
It’s just a different kind of dance.
His mouth is pressed to mine,
seeking and sinking.
We move together and apart,
all things working toward the same end.
Or the same beginning.
We are a circle of two.

I’m good with the animals,
I keep to myself, and I work hard.
And if I look a little different,
no one has ever made a big issue of it.

I watch Naomi,
she watches me,
and a wagon train of tired people,
gaunt-faced and blurry-eyes,
watch us.

Five hundred miles from where we began,
the formations begin to rise up out of the earth,
gnarled and notched,
like ancient parapets washed in a layer
of sand and time,
abandoned castles that have become
part of the landscape.

“The pain. It’s worth it. The more you love, the more it hurts. But it’s worth it. It’s the only thing that is.”
↠ The journey these characters went through was tragic and arduous.
↠ The romance was underdeveloped.
↠ The plot was slow moving because it took 70% of the book to get to the climax.
“But . . . endurance . . . is a whole different kind of battle. It’s a hell of a lot harder. Don’t ever say you didn’t fight, because that’s never been true. Not one day of your whole life. You fought, Naomi. You’re still fighting.”
“Put your energy into rising above the things you can’t change, Naomi. Keep your mind right. And everything will work out for the best.”
“The hardest thing about life is knowing what matters and what doesn’t,” Winifred muses. “If nothing matters, then there’s no point. If everything matters, there’s no purpose. The trick is to find firm ground between the two ways of being.”














