Entry 7: she believes in everything I'm so close to catching the silver sun in my hands. Aya knows, and she smiles as she boils the river water for tea. Coming out of the pipes here, being careful not to slip on the wet steel, left us in a place with a canopy of trees high above, and beyond that, a purplish sky. The water from the pipes feeds the stream, but it has its own source, too.

I think about what it will be to hold that light. I'm eager, and I'm afraid. Do I still carry the innocence needed to embrace it?  ¶ 10:24 PM