| Juanita: |
Sooner or later, don't all words vanish into silence? |
| Ella: |
Of course. The ravens of time peck away at all existence. |
| Shu: |
Perhaps we should think of words as seeds. Some sprout. Others never germinate. Eventually, however, all decays. . . |
| Juanita: |
(raising her eyebrows) Why are we having this conversation? |
| Shu: |
Because the best way to treasure a moment is to realize how short it actually is . . . |
