They were at the Lake’s edge now, but of course it wasn’t Michigan they saw as they looked out into the night, it was Quiddity. It hurt, thinking of that place. The same kind of hurt that touched any living soul when a whisper of the dream-sea touched the edge of consciousness. But so much sharper for them, who couldn’t dismiss the longing, but knew Quiddity was real; a place where love might found continents.
