Her eye, her ear, were tuning forks, burning glasses, which caught the minutest refraction or echo of a thought or feeling...She heard a deeper vibration, a kind of composite echo, of all the the writer said, and did not say.
Just take me away, she said; don't want to think about tomorrow. I want to believe in magic, she said. And so he took her to a place like no other, filled with mystery, history and yes, magic. She said, thank you. He said, you're welcome. And so it was that she was reminded of the beauty and timelessness of this earth and of her life.