The wind is strong and I am compelled to go down to the river. It is dusk, when the blue light left by a departing sun is the most like the color of heaven and the girls come with me.

Em imitates Elijah, repeating his litany of praise to the God who rescues us.

She is a survivor, improbable survivor, traveling across from river to river

State to state

Improbable spitfire

Proving her life matters.