In the midst of rocks and sand and bags and beer cans, I stood and watched the rain shatter the grey surface of the river; it resembles a fuzzy tv screen, or it is the visual representation of midnight silence. The pleasant rank of seaweed came to me in a wintery breeze, and crows cawed in the crooks of trees.
"She believed that since no earthly matter is lost but is just transformed into other forms, then people who die return to the earth and are used as part of an endless chain, re-use, and renewal."
- Rose Levit, about her daughter
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