November 9, 2004
Mandy is my wifes playmate. She is a sister to her.
She embodies the chaos and draining it away, turning it into a smile and a half forgotten joke.
She could well be the source of the winds of change. But for us she is solid bedrock. A giggle and a rememberance is most of her, this, for us, is more substantive than 99.999% of the people we meet.
There is a universal law that prevents me from defining her too much. It bends or tears the very fabric of reality. For you cannot script chaos.
