Kirk? Krak! - Edwidge Danticat
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There was a point in the far distance where the sky almost seemed to blend with the sea, stroking the surface the way two people's lips would touch each other's. Standing there, Princesse wished she could paint that. That and all the night skies that she had seen, the full moon and the stars peeking down like tiny gods acting out their will, plunging and sometimes winking in a tease, in a parade ignored by humankind. Princesse thought that she could paint that, giving it light and color, shape and texture, all those things that Catherine spoke of.
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It struck Princesse that this is why she wanted to make Pictures, to have something to leave behind even after she was bone, something that showed what she had observed in a way that no one else had and no one else would after her. The sky in all its glory had been there for eons even before she came into the world, and there it would stay with its crashing stars and moody clouds. The sand and its caresses, the cond and its melody would be there forever as well. All that woulD change would be the faces of the people who would see an Touch those things, faces like hers, which was already not as it had been a few years before and which would mature an change in the years to come.