Her face was like a pot of tea about to whistle.

Tous mes anciens amours vont me revenir.'
- All my old loves will be returned to me

I'm here!" I said..."I'm read to go home!" As if they couldn't see me. As if I couldn't remember what it had been like, fluttering next to someone's ear and whispering into it. How the whole earth was like a musical instrument that we could play effortlessly.
...I could not fly. My sister was not there. My heart was broken.

Souls were webs of light that contained the essence of a human's life. Memories and loves, children and families. Every moment of life, pressing in

there are people all over the world who carry the mermaid inside them, that otherworldly beauty and longing and desire that made her reach for heaven when she lived in the darkness of the sea.

Go and you will see that nothing is as wonderful as our dreams can make it