A secular example of a memory and the sort of irony that only a ghost might think is funny
She remembers light moving fast in spidery fractals across the floral patterns of her sundress—nine or ten years old and her father was however old her being nine or ten made him. The fractals of light danced across space and spheres between leaves and through the shatterproof glass of the Volkswagen onto his cheek, knuckles at…
