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Silence draped the metal stairwell as we descended. For the first time I recognized that my vantage point had changed. My body remained in the nun's arms with my sister, but my soul had moved away. Sometime between my death within my mother's womb and my sister's life surge, the essence of me had wriggled out of myself and squeezed into the space between my sister's heartbeat and my Heavenly Father's lap. I was stuck between the two, cocooned, but now, infused with a milky understanding and abilities I would piece together as I went along, and with no flesh to contain me, no tiny house of bones and blood and breath to keep me small, I grew in space and knowledge, all air and fog and stars, memory and thought and calm.
