One day they'll let you out of that dry, empty cell. You'll return to the Separates, and you'll feel the rain once more. And you'll grow straight, this time, toward this sunlight. I know you will.
Lucy ChristopherBecause it's magic, this place . . . beautiful. And you're beautiful . . . beautifully separate. It all fits.
Lucy ChristopherMaybe when it all ends, it will be us and the desert oaks," you murmured, "battling it out.
Lucy ChristopherThe land wants you here. I want you here," you called. "Don't you care about that at all?
Lucy ChristopherYou looked at me, your eyes huge. You we're like a dog then, waiting for me to throw you a bone . . . waiting for something I could never give you.
Lucy ChristopherI love you," you said, simple as anything.
Lucy ChristopherMy eyelids are heavy as stone. But when I sleep, I'll have that dream again. I haven't wanted to tell you about it, until now.
I'll be in the Separates, and I'll be digging with my bare hands. When I've made a hole deep enough to plant a tree, I'll place my fingers inside. I'll slip off the ring you gave me. It will catch the light and glint a rainbow of colors over my skin, but I will take my hands away, leaving it there. I'll sprinkle the earth back over it, and I will bury it. Back where it belongs.
I'll rest against a tree's rough trunk. The sun will be setting, it's dazzling color threading through the sky, making my cheeks warm.
Then I will wake up.
Good-bye, Ty,
Gemma
You were heading back toward me when I found you."
"Toward...?"
You nodded again. "So I figured the car had probably got stuck or died somehow, and you were just coming home."
"Home?"
"Yeah." Your mouth twitched. "Back to me.
People should love what needs loving. That way they can save it.
Lucy ChristopherI called the rooster Dick, after you.
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