Sometimes she looks at things close up and sometimes from a distance, and she does insist on showing herself in a sunny light, hardly ever giving us a glimpse of those dark premonitions we all experience.  And, oh dear, dear, she is cursed with the lonley woman's romantic imagination and this can support only happy endings.

At the edge of every experience is the refracted light of recollection snagged there like an image in a beveled mirror.