Every Precious and Fragile Thing

by Barbara Davis

I love the language, strange new words that feel like confections on the tongue.

This is transition. Not a fight, but an easing, an embrace of the eternal, of who and what we will be on

the other side. Complete.

she’d finally come to understand why each soul was sent out into the world. It was to love—and to leave the mark of that love on the world when

the time came to leave it. This, at long last, she had done.