Sublime

Maybe she was the ghost she had always imagined herself to be.

inchoate

The sand was tinted purple in the last of the light.

Susan Cornelia Clarke Warren,

coda

ephemeral

Once it was a young girl who entered the kitchen suddenly in a gust of wind, pale, thin, and strange, like a stray thought.

Not everything floats. I am trying to learn which parts of me to let sink.

sounding the way expensive perfume smells.