A sense of peace pervaded the plains, Vicky thought.
The way the land dissolved into the sky always called her back to herself. She was different here...part of something larger than herself, part of the stories that had shaped her life...Time collapsed into the present...a circle encompassing the past and the future, not like the ribbon of asphalt shooting straight into the horizon."
- from The Drowning Man by Margaret Coel, page 99
