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'I cannot place or name you. You are to 'volatile' -a word you taught me.

"Don't you see that I'm lost? I'm lost!, he repeated with atonishment. Meeting his eyes, I saw that it was true."

But tell me, Elizabeth. Do you dream often?
It is true that I dreamed every night, as through dreaming were a product of our family disintegration, a way to fill the vacuum created by Mother's departure. These were dreams, It seems clear to me now, about awakening from the perpetual blindness that had characterized us both, Father and me. An absence, that even as a small child I chose to call: Something gone missing.

"I like to think that if one is attentive to the word's wind and one's movement through it, then the path one needs to follow will be clearly visible."

"On such nights it seemed to me that Mother's orbit was like that of a comet. Light-years away, when she approached us it was always on a collision course "