That was what had been wrong with life--the woman blind to her meaning, her power, her mastery.
So she abandoned herself to the woman within her.

She held out her arms to the blue abyss of heaven as if to embrace the universe.

She was Nature.

She kissed the dusty cinders and pressed her breast against the warm slope.

Her heart swelled to bursting with a glorious and unutterable happiness.
That afternoon as the sun was setting under a gold-white scroll of cloud Carley got back to Deep Lake.
A familiar lounging figure crossed her sight.