To stand on the cliff and feel the wind pass through her like a hollow bone. To be emptied of longing. To look at the churning sea and see only water, not a metaphor for her own unrest.
“Right now,” she said, “I want to walk you back down the path so your mother doesn’t worry.” -18 - Q -Desire-
The girl turned to go, then stopped. “Teacher Q? What do you want?” To stand on the cliff and feel the