“It’s part of the art,′ she explained, motioning toward the stream. ‘The bringing together of the pieces, then the way they disappear when it time – the wind, or water, or gravity, whatever – makes the art lose its hold. It’s not meant to stay forever. Some people,’ and she paused. ‘Some people wouldn’t get it. They’d do all sorts of unnatural things to make it stay just like it was. Glue it, staple it, cement it. Even though that would ruin it.”
