It has been two years. Two, very painful years. It is unclear whether or not Grant has gotten over the sweet Spirit yet. He probably has not, and weeps, every single day, just to grief for his poor Evangeline, Spirit. It's been two years, and he will get his Spirit back. A mini-sequel to "Spirit"

It wasn’t then. It wasn’t now. It was her, no matter how much I drowned. I drowned in wonder, in thought. She was always there to save me when I got in too deep. She grasped my hand and raised me from the ground, the poor sproutling who was shaded from the sun. She was beautiful. She was mine. In silent agony she wept, I never even knew. She was enchanting, she always had a smile on her face even if I she thought I was ignoring her. Then I realized, it wasn’t then, but it was now. And I wondered how. {Photo on cover belongs to photographer, and does not belong to me in any way.}