Chapter 225
- Proserpina
- I drifted back to consciousness slowly, gradually. I saw the figure of my beloved Mother, the head nun at the monastery in Bhutan, who had nurtured my spirit when I had been so unhappy, so broken.
- The woman seemed to be bidding me goodbye, placing her cool lips on my forehead and whispering a prayer as she seemed to disintegrate and become one with the whiteness of the wind around her.