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Sometimes I like to read the name of a place … close to home … sorrell Canyon, Bishop River, which belong to our predecessors and Cherokee people. What do they call Cold Mountain? Why is a foreign name, even a real name, so sad? That's her, she is the holy land I yearn for, but I don't know her, I don't know her! I can't pretend that I came back to her.
to have traveled so far, from east to west,. a thousand terrible miles. My feet treading all God’s surface – his ocean, his swamps, His slopes and ridges–to find myself, at last, a mark in the aching snow, from when I behind through a blue haze a world of mountains
From east to west, it's a terrible journey of a thousand miles. My feet have traveled all over God's surface-his navy, his swamp, his steep slopes and ridges-to find myself. Finally, I found a mark hidden in the cold snow. From there, I saw a world with mountains connected to mountains through a layer of blue fog.
--Did you get my letters?
--I got three letters. I carried them. I carried them in the book you gave me. The Bartram.
--I probably sent 13. Did you write to me?
--Whenever I could. If you never got them, I can summarize.
--No, no, no.
--“I pray you are well. I pray I am in your thoughts. You are all that keeps me from sliding into some dark place.”
--How did I keep you? We barely knew each other. It was a few moments.
--A thousand moments. They’re like a bag…of tiny diamonds. Don’t matter if they’re real or things I made up. The shape of your neck.. That’s real. The way you felt under my hands when I pulled you to me.
(Silence)
--You were plowing a field.
--You were carrying a tray.
--You wouldn’t come in.
--No, I wouldn’t go in.
--So that’s why I had to carry a tray. So I should come out to see you.
--That kiss. Which I kissed every day of my walking.
--Every day I was waiting. Longing. Longing to see your face.
--If you could see my inside…Now, whatever you wanna name it – my spirit? That’s what I fear. I think I’m ruined. They kept trying to put me in the ground. But I wasn’t ready.
--Inman…
--But if I had…if I had goodness, I lost it. If I had anything tender in me, I shot it dead. How could I write to you after what I done, what I seen?
-have you received my letter?
-I received three letters and took them away in the book The Bartram you gave me.
-I sent you maybe 13 letters. Did you write it for me?
-whenever it is convenient for me. If you have never received my letters, I can read them to you one by one.
-no, no, no.
-I pray that you are all right, and I pray that you think of me. You take care of me and won't let me fall into a dark place.
-how can I take care of you? We know very little about each other, just for a few moments.
-a thousand moments are like a bag of finely divided diamonds, regardless of whether it is true or my lies. The shape of your neck ... that's true. When I hold you in my arms, you feel my way in my hand.
(Silence)
-You were plowing.
-you were carrying a plate
-you didn't want to come in.
-yes, I don't want to go in.
-that's why I have to bring a plate, because I can go out to see you.
-that kiss, the kiss that I have to give you every day when I walk.
-I'm waiting every day, eager … eager to see your face.
-If you can't see my heart, what will you call it now-my soul? That's what I'm afraid of. I think I've been destroyed. They've been sending me to the ground. I'm ready.
-Inman …
-But if I ever had … kindness, I have lost it. If there is any softness in my heart, I have put it to death. How can I write to you after what I have done?