Her favorite moment, this. Perched on the wooden stool, looking out. The small window of silence. The sky lightening. The roses opening. The dew burning of the grass. The house still cold enough to feel that there is yet a purpose to the day. Colum McCann Transatlantic. Bloomsbury (2013) p. 230
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CLARITY AND CHAOS 