“I kissed her forehead and felt glad for her life – so odd and singular, so strangely overlapped with my own – and glad for her death, the only one I had ever known to be correct. “Go as a river,” I whispered to her, as Wil might have done, and, I swear, I felt her spirit rise.”

“I kissed her forehead and felt glad for her life – so odd and singular, so strangely overlapped with my own – and glad for her death, the only one I had ever known to be correct. “Go as a river,” I whispered to her, as Wil might have done, and, I swear, I felt her spirit rise.”

— Shelley Read