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Previously

…“Ready?” she asked. I nodded. I took the notebook from her and climbed into the back seat. The car started, and the house shrank in the rear window. The valley rolled away, green and grey and brown, folding into itself like a breath held too long. I opened the notebook and read the first page. The words were mine, and they were the valley, and they would never be paved over. I did not look back again. But I still think about the swan. I think about the way it healed, the way it stayed, the way it chose to let me see it whole. I think about my mother’s words: It only needs us to remember it. I remember. And that, I have learned, is enough.