Once She Read A Book But Found

...now He Saw The Familiar Wide River Beside The Path Differently. He Saw All Of The Light And Color And History It Contained And Carried In Its Slow - Moving Water; And He Knew That There Was An Elsewhere From Which It Came, And An Elsewhere To Which It Was Going

So Actually, There Could Be Parents-of-the-parents-of-the-parents-of-the Parents?

Making Lists Of Reasons Was Sometimes A Good Way To Figure Things Out.

But There's A Whole World Waiting, Still, And There Are Good Things In It.

He Wept, And It Felt As If The Tears Were Cleansing Him, As If His Body Needed To Empty Itself.