Of second, third, fourth chances. To learn about the boy who came back as if from the dead, climbed out of the car wreck and lived to be nearly a hundred; and the girl raked over by wave after wave who came back to build that house made of sticks on the rocks. Something about the bird that dropped its feathers so it could remember what it's like to be naked in the mouth of the world—Sometimes it mouthed the shape of what sounded like love or a kiss or a call. Even if it didn't, we had to forgive it for confusing salt for sugar, for what dissolves easily in foam. We stood without moving, or learned to stop running away.