Alas, I shall not marry the future lawyer whose father owns a yacht. You may find me in the mountains of Vermont, or India, or Scandinavia, with the man who would be photographer for National Geographic.
I won't let him waste his talent in a lab somewhere. Of course the environment matters. Even more than art. Even more than touching the brain and the heart simultaneously. But Chloe can do that, or Eliav, or any of them, really. Your spirit is in your photographs; through them, with my writing alongside, we are closer than ever. You may be halfway around the world, but I have never loved you more than when I was looking at "Urban Lewiston" as the sun set on this day, the first of my favourite month.
