Whatever they said, she was having more fun flying and finding new ways to move through the space she occupied with eccentricity and an occasional jolt of electric turquoise splashed with red for passion with a purpose yet to be revealed.
Cuckoo, cuckoo. Time passes but she knows the secret. Spoiler alert: we are eternal and this silly time machine will run out of steam before she will.
What is your essential story of life? What is alive in you?