Alone in the woods, I am looking for something. I don’t know what I am looking for, but that’s not unusual. I hear a noise, not far away, and I turn to see Another version of me, telling stories to animals. Her/my voice rises and falls, and they are rapt. Dragons flutter round the edges, bunnies …
It was snowing, and I had been walking for a long time, in high heels, but I wasn’t tired, not at all. I was also considerably underdressed for the weather. I was wearing this gorgeous chiffon-y thing, the sort of thing that that genius Evangeline Miles might have produced, and who knows? Maybe I snuck …