A tale of the fragile space that fills the gap between the past and the present, the living and the dead. Here there is no certainty of which is dream or waking and anything imagined can be as real as what you see in front of you (if indeed you know what it is you see).
I read this twice. Once to get the frame of it and then to fill in the gaps, but even still, there was no telling if I had it right.
I don't want to define this book or tell you what I think it all means because I want it to stay a fluid concept in my mind. That's how I think it works best; no labels, no neat little boxes, just a glimmer of an idea passing through like light on water.

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