What mattered was stil there. That was what they all felt, and what surprised them all. What mattered couldnt be shaken.

. . . And as fall turned to winter, the Darlington peach trees started dropping their leaves again, gently, like they were letting them go. It wasnt the same as giving them up. It wasnt the same as losing them.

It seemed, when all was said and done, that all souls were a little wild, in some way or another.

Don't forget about the stardust. Don't forget about the quartz rocks in the woods. You are small. But you are also so much more.