Anything is Possible (Amgash, #2)

by Elizabeth Strout

It was the tall white windmills that came to her mind. How their skinny long arms all turned, but never together, except for just once in a while two of them would be turning in unison, their arms poised at the same place in the sky.

Both of them laughed until they had tears in their eyes, and even then they kept on laughing. But Mary thought: Not one thing lasts forever; still, may Angelina have this moment for the rest of her life.

What puzzled Abel about life was how much one forgot but then lived with anyway—like phantom limbs, he supposed.