"It's always felt slightly strange out here at the edge of town, Meri. I've always felt a pleasant sense of solitude and freedom from my daily papers."
"But at the same time, a nagging from beyond calls from the streams. The little rivers of these perimeter woods trickle steady as time, dragging pieces of the world far out of sight and endlessly into distant memory."
"My memory doesn't serve me well, Meri. When I think of my past, I perceive a conglomeration of faces that grow every-distant with the years, their meaning to me forever lost to the stream."
"I hear a strange melody on the ivories, ever-changing yet always imbued with the vague persona of loss."
"The past, then, to me, is like this ancient burial stone, it's writing long-since eroded, yet the love and grief persists..."
"But, when I look into those eyes, those two perfect Circles of light, I know it will transform into wonder."
"That grieving melody will become a haunting motif of inspiration and curiosity, and my heart will ground itself once more, and flourish from the earth anew like the gladiolus eyes of spring."
"Oh, Meri... It's all so curious, isn't it?
This confusing and beautiful life we have."
