Like A Mist Between People
By This Here Now on March 11, 2014
“…She being part, she was positive, of the trees at home; of the house there, ugly, rambling all to bits and pieces as it was; part of people she had never met; being laid out like a mist between the people she knew best, who lifted her on their branches as she had seen the trees lift the mist, but it spread ever so far, her life, herself.” –Mrs. Dalloway I sat with a friend writing, revising really. Practicing reading aloud words we had placed on the page. . . .