Perhaps our landscape defines us. She admired the arid valleys, the scarce but adaptive flora and fauna, and the refraction of light. She knew it wasn't where she belonged.
Hers was a perennial green space; a place where if you remained overly still, moss would grow.
peewee PV You are very kind. I need to relearn writing - to distill language until I say what I need. Meanwhile, it’s inspiring to have a mini plot for my sets! Thanks for asking.