He is drunk with the scent of her absence.

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Reflections and realities

In the quiet before the day begins in Santa Fe, Today truth stirs like restless horses.

It's harder than you might think. Some hearts hold a particular person quietly, faithfully—whether or not they ever get to say it aloud.

In the depths of a tidepool, I find the universe. In the ebb and flow of memory, I find my heart.

In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.

So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.

So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.