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This map is an idea that time will only take you as far as time allows and being read suggests no more than it does; so never let it be said that something can't be said if it's worth saying.

Rumi said the wound is where the light gets in and this is a book about that.

I walked into this story from a hard place as an old perspective of confusion crept in over the stone of silence I was singing and went for the heart of me as I was calibrating some another dream that was easy to forget under the big sky, and so was taken unaware.

And then a different bandwidth, not quite a security breach came around the corner of it all as I was writing my prayers on the wall of my indisposition, and recognizing me somehow, called out my secret name. Disappearing down a hole I'd dug for just such an occurrence I left everything I'd built over the years behind me and wondered how they'd found me or if I'd been betrayed. Well maybe I'd find out and maybe I wouldn't but I wasn't sticking around to ask questions.

Scared and confused, Kailani recalls the mystical stories of starshells that her ailing grandmother once loved to tell. When her grandmother urges Kailani to leave her bedside in search of the starshells, Kailani soon realizes that those old stories were more than they seemed. As Kailani relives her grandmother's story, her own story begins to unfold.