"Cobbles and kettledrums! ...I hope this madness isn't going to end in a moonlit climb and broken necks."

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Like any child, I slid into myself perfectly fitted, as a diver meets her reflection in a pool. Her fingertips enter the fingertips on the water, her wrists slide up her arms. The diver wraps herself in her reflection wholly, sealing it at the toes, and wears it as she climbs rising from the pool, and ever after.

— Annie Dillard