...the reason you can never go home again isn't necessarily that places change, but that people do.

“I reach out and grab her wrist. It feels impossibly tiny in my hand, like this …”

“Words that mean nothing, really, just sound intoned into vastness and darkness,…”

“It's as though the words are trapped, buried under past fears, past lives, like…”

“The first time I saw you, at the Governor, I handn't been to watch the birds at…”