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240 pages, Hardcover
First published November 9, 2023
That he is safe in her arms, loved by her forever, nothing can end this love she holds him in, love without end.
He has put his finger on something that is almost impossible to put into words—something to do with the power of music to obliterate the rigidities of space and time. One after the other, his chords silence the noise of the self, binding the mind to an eternal present.
“You don’t need a camera to see or to remember," he said, "but you need a camera for proof of what is no longer – so that others can remember.”
Our beautiful spring day. The glorious flower meadow, the armful you carried home for us, Eugène, filling the huge heavy glass vase so that the thirsty marsh marigold, mahonia and broom in all their shining yellows could drink and drink the singingly clear cold water.
That evening, I could not comprehend that the wildflowers you’d picked for us had outlived you.