“I can see as if outside of myself, a little girl unafraid, dancing under the rushing water of the falls, her hair an untamed bushy fan, flecked with diamonds of water twinkling in the sunlight. She is smiling, eyes closed, face to the sun, nostrils wide inhaling the fresh scent of water on stone. She is a fierce girl like her mother. Sometimes I reach for her in my dreams, but she’s cautious, like a deer on the edge of the woods, turning to look at me right before she darts away.” —excerpt from Sonic Memories