And of course, when I heard this tonight after twenty years, on one of those hard nights when I just want to give up the book in the wake of so much frustration, a song comes on that makes me think of Asha and her child...this song will forever push me forward now. I am glad to be reminded of it tonight.
Tomorrow I will talk about my sojourn to see Asha's final home and then McClish's home...it angered me: how did he wind up with such a huge frickin house? The house where Asha lived is really lovely, as if someone uprooted a little Victorian house from Santa Cruz and planted it in the woods. Her home seemed so pretty and light; his house was just plain barren.
I will talk about that more tomorrow: for now, a song:
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