Notes for “The Story of Jasmine” continue:
In the glowing whiteness and silence of the mountaintop they found themselves whispering, as if in great reverence to nature’s accomplishment.
Standing on the outer precipice, they looked across the wide expanse of low hills and plains which they had just covered. It was then they realized they were between heaven and hell, between the sublime and the _____*
For a place known as the “Meeting Place of the Winds,” it was very still. It seemed to be a place of silence and secrets moved only by the wind.
*These are merely notes to myself. Obviously, I had not yet figured out what word to use.
I recognize this snippet as being much further along in the story.
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