"I look up at the broken window and it glimmers back at me. Silver trees borne of her hair were reflected onto it; the moon -her face, the stars- my hopes. Her smile lasted a second, an eternity; her face drawn the way the artist had intended, soft strokes, sharp lines. From the nightblue of the grass she plucked a white flower that rose softly, melded into the dark of her hair. Our hands joined and we walked forward onto memories, built like stairs betweens plateaus."

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- Malini Mohana 'Joe and Lindi'