Lately, the world felt fragile, like a blown egg, as if it might shatter beneath a careless touch.
Your understanding of a place changes the longer you stay; you discover more, and your own life gets woven into the fabric of the community.
A moment might be a thousand different things.
It's funny how things seem different, suddenly.
...bleak territory of the heart.
She had died at age twelve, and by now she was nothing but the memory of love-- nothing, now, but bones.