“ There is magic just outside our memory. ”
Violet unwrapped everything old as if it were a ribboned gift given to her by the Gods.
~ Suzka
My mother had a way of accessing the energy of the people around her. There was no need to know their name, who they were or how she knew them. She didn’t recognize their surface. She went much deeper.
This woman had no idea who I was. She has no idea I was once a smoker, was thrown out of boarding school twice and a certified rebel with strong opinions. To her, I was new, fresh, immaculate to the bone. This was all strangely wonderful.
Her memories got dizzy and fell out of her head.
