The Story It Told Was Unremarkable: A

I Like The Way He Danced. And Then I Like The Way We Danced Together.

In Egypt, I Loved The Perfume Of The Lotus. A Flower Would Bloom In The Pool At Dawn, Filling The Entire Garden With A Blue Musk So Powerful It Seemed That Even The Fish And Ducks Would Swoon. By Night, The Flower Might Wither But The Perfume Lasted. Fainter And Fainter, But Never Quite Gone. Even Many Days Later, The Lotus Remained In The Garden. Months Would Pass And A Bee Would Alight Near The Spot Where The Lotus Had Blossomed, And Its Essence Was Released Again, Momentary But Undeniable.

Making Plans Is A Game. Life Chooses For You.

Of All Life's Pleasures, Only Love Owes No Debt To Death.

The More A Daughter Knows The Details Of Her Mother's Life [...] The Stronger The Daughter.