Sublime

Sylvie leaned against the wall. Because she was clear about what she didn’t want, she was alone. She was no longer who she used to be, and she wasn’t yet whoever she was becoming. She was grateful that her father had prepared her for this type of hard, lonely ground. Because of him, Sylvie knew she could exist outside the boundaries of her past and

Vasalisa’s initiation begins with learning to let die what must die.

It was the hour when the father returns home from the fields and plays for a moment in the yard with the dog that jumps upon him, holding his muzzle closed or throwing him upon his back. The young girls look about for the first star to fix a wish upon it, and the boys grow restless for supper. Even the busiest mother stands for a moment idle-handed

Morel le savait, gagnait chaque fois des dizaines de kilomètres à la ronde. Il ressentit un instant de violente déception, comme toujours, devant cette fuite, mais sourit moqueusement à son vieux rêve d'être admis, d'être accepté, de voir enfin des oiseaux qui ne s'envoleraient pas à son approche, des gazelles qui continueraient à brouter tranquill

other hands than mine. And I learned to wander. I learned what every dreaming child needs to know — that no horizon is so far that you cannot get above it or beyond it. These I learned at once. But most