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Remembering always felt almost guilty. It was just like before, and everything was different. People might wonder why she was there, they never asked. They had laughed with the pleasure of the secret. It pleased her to think that the stars were there, just outside. There was warmth around him that she could feel though she didn’t touch him. The room just felt like he should be in it. He looked at her until he remembered not to. Kindness was something he didn’t even know he wanted. There’s a way trees stir before a rain. He tried to explain and she tried to understand. This was the moment before everything changed and there was nothing else to do but watch and listen. She could almost see what he had been like as a young man. She hated the way she could stand just anything. There was a stirring under her heart. If she could only forget why she was there, she’d be fairly pleased with herself. She had hurt him, and he couldn’t quite hide it. He was happier than he wanted to be. And she was beginning to think about sunshine, and the smell of the air. The sobering effects of daylight. I’m not lost anymore. Why be loyal to a secret? I can’t love you as much as I love you. The surprise of it all made her laugh. Sometimes they saw a light, mostly it was darkness and rain. You had to trust sleep when it came or it would just leave you there, waiting. Nobody knew what to say about sorrow like that. Old men are hard to keep. In the dream it was always morning and the sun already a little too hot. So long as he was little enough to carry, she could hardly bring herself to put him down. It was strange to wonder what she had really forgotten. You can’t go on forever thinking about nothing at all. You might pick up something belonging to somebody and feel for a minute how theirs it is. The winds must come from somewhere when they blow. The future always finds us changed. That sweet nowhere. Why was a foolish question. Wrapped in a gentleness. A kind, kind of sadness. No end to the madness. The strangeness of it all …