“I remember one morning getting up at dawn. There was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling. And I... I remember thinking to myself: So this is the beginning of happiness, this is where it starts. And of course there will always be more...never occurred to me it wasn't the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment, right then.”
"She runs from the room, out of the door, which she leaves ope behind her. She runs down the stairs. She thinks of calling for help, but doesn't. The air itself seems to have changed, mohave come slightly apart; as if the atmosphere were palpably made of substance and its opposite."
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