I did not want to think about people. I wanted the trees, the scents and colors, the shifting shadows of the wood, which spoke a language I understood. I wished I could simply disappear in it, live like a bird or a fox through the winter, and leave the things I had glimpsed to resolve themselves without me.

O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention!

Carney was hatless and gloveless, wearing her pink linen. Sam looked at her more than once. “its just because he likes pink,” she told herself.

Don't regret anything. Remember everything that has happened, has built you as the person you are today.

Written By Maria Paula Gómez Sepúlveda

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