Poetry. Sheer poetry. Thank you Ms. Smith.
The ending is full of hope, the beginning intriguing, and the middle bits mysterious. Because I'm not a poet I could only follow her words so far at times and while I was reading I watched the words fly off the page without me. Loved the chapter "Indian Rubies" and this beautiful paragraph: ..."It [ruby] frightened and inspired, and I kept it in my sack, a waxed yellow packet the size and shape of a razor blade. I'd stop and take it out and look at it. I did this so often it was no longer necessary to see what I was looking at. And because of that I can not say for certain when it disappeared."...
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