Once we rode a train to Java and became more riveted to ourselves.
Once the roof collapsed and I attained enlightenment.
Once in a quiet corridor she tied her hands in knots and looked into the corners of a book.
Once the fierce wind ripped a hole in my heart and I sewed it up with pine needles.
Once I baked cookies out of rosemary and wet wood and left them outside where they melted.
Once I looked at the scalloped edges of the known universe and wondered about going home.
