She comes u[ o me in an non waking state and she touches my arm. It takes a while to get here. One tends to go into memory. That's what my books are for. The other books are special. I could not do them ever. I draw with words and she draws wtih pictures. I need to look at quarry now. It's somewhere on the planet. I'll find it.
and oh, I meant to do that. I write this thing for an olderish girl now who will never see it. I leak hope like a rusty submarine. I'll stop when it fills with water. Till then? I can hope.