“The plane swooped from the south to north over the lake, a blue mirror reflecting the cruciform shape of the wings and fuselage, racing over the landscape. The bigtooth maples had turned to russet and sunset, a fire of color amid the dust and sage of the surrounding countryside. Will I remember this? she wondered, the palm of her hand pressed to the window. Terror and a floating sense of unreality held her silent, yet her thoughts raced. Will I keep this with me, somewhere inside? Or did images... fade from the mind like old photographs unpreserved by chemical fixatives? She tried to stop thinking about the fact that this was all going away. After today, she promised herself, there would be plenty of time to wallow. “You’re quiet.” Dusty’s comment vibrated with the cabin noise. She took a second to compose her features, then shifted in her seat to face him. In the middle of everything that was happening to her, he was a well of strength and sweetness and joy. Yet like the sweeping vistas of color below, he would soon cease to be real to her, except in some invisible place inside her.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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