Shona thought of the face in the water and of other things—fragments of childhood, of city apartments that smelled faintly of jasmine, of arguments about small, stubborn things that later shifted into different shapes. "Sometimes I think stories are like that," she said. "We find pieces and carry them until they fit."
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