She thought she was home until the second moon appeared.

I wade through the symbols of essence unseen, by light and by shadow departing a dream, all centered inside of the self shell of me.

I may yet be forgotten by the wind in its perpetual unrest as I stand here, small and quiet, watching the waves, touching the breeze.

At the age of nineteen Rachel almost failed her college admission.

I stand in the midst of the whirlwind and breathe as it passes around me and through me with ease, like waves on the water, like sounds in the breeze.