- Vol. 05
- Chapter 03
Curved concrete compressed air pockets, leaves blew in from a neglected park and I ran for my life. And for theirs. I clutched one on my left hip, one on my right. Love never stronger than this moment, blanking arthritis, gout and atheism. I had to move and I did. My grandchildren, chased by toxic mists that burst behind us. My daughter's last wish as earth melted down, 'Mother, take them to the old world, set them free.' And I found a way back to forests and uncontaminated streams as my heart broke boundaries into faith that they would be redeemed, live on.