...and time becomes a forgotten detail.
Some things aren't meant to be known. Only believed.
I think that maybe forgiveness is like change - it comes in small steps. (256)
Are the details of our lives who we are, or is it owning those details that makes the difference?
One small changed family doesn't calculate into a world that has been spinning for a billion years. But one small change makes the world spin differently in a billion ways for one family.
I still cry on waking. I'm not sure why. I feel nothing. Nothing I can name, anyway. It's like breathing - something that happens over which I have no control. (6)