SHE WALKS LIKE DAWN – A HUSH BEFORE THE BLOOM OF DAY. GOLD IN HER HAIR, SKY IN HER GAZE. NOT FIRE, NOT FROST, BUT SOMETHING IN BETWEEN – A GLIMMERING SILENCE THAT SOFTENS THE WORLD WITHOUT ASKING. YOU DO NOT FOLLOW HER, YOU REMEMBER HER – AS IF SHE PASSED LIKE A SUNBEAM THROUGH YOUR CHEST.