A voice said, ‘There he is — that one, you see, with the flowers.’ I saw one solid figure standing absolutely still. A multitude swayed around him. I had never seen a photograph of him, yet recognized this density, this shape — its decisive statement, ‘I am here.’ Condensed and contained, he appeared at the same time to have been waiting there for a thousand years and to have just parachuted down through a hole in the world above this one. He was rooted like a tree to the center of the earth, and he had roses. Other people pushed and bumped him as if he were invisible to them. His eyes remained fixed on nothing.
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Ellen Graf, on meeting her husband in China for the first time.

This quotation is excerpted from her memoir The Natural Laws of Good Luck, which was just released in paperback.

~Susan Leem, associate producer

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