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That was God for him—the kiss of sun.
It was an invasion and a penalty for her sex to be so brutalized, and then so burdened.
She had indeed seen death and she was not afraid of it. What scared her were other people and their immovable selfishness.
She was, to him, a holy grace, far more powerful than any priest or nun. God lived in her eyes. That was how he had fallen for her—like a religious conversion. It had struck him the moment he’d seen her, a profound, eternal love, the kind that occurred by cause of fate, against reason.
Didn’t they know that the land was God itself, the sun and moon and rain, that it was all God?
