I see an adolescent girl from behind; long legs and shorts. She turns toward me and has the head and mane of a wolf. She is beautiful, magnificent, real.
I discover 'the hand that can feel the pulse of a flower'.
“Mothers are lost to their daughters when they’re lost to themselves.” ~Geneen Roth
The huge man does not give answers. He himself is the answer.
“It grows such sweet things out of such corruptions.”
As Elijah enters the room, it is the emergence of the timeless within time.