One day she will stand on a cliff and look out like she saw two girls do when she was in Denmark one spring. One day she will be old, and forget what it was like to not be her, but will remember seeing them. She will wonder how such images could inspire her for so long, and not know what that longing was or where that inspiration would lead. She will dedicate to something greater than her humanity something precious, and will watch it fall away. She will go home and think how similar that was to banishing her father from her mind. She will wonder at all the things and people she’s had and passed with into this moment, and she will be sad.
