In this love story set in a small American town in the late 19th century, a wanderer seeking shelter from troubling memories is changed forever by the women who befriend him there. Additional narration by Amy Paonessa. Music: ‘Wooden Starlight’ by Dear Gravity ‘Better Now’ and ‘Liquid Mirror - Piano Version’ by Philip Daniel Zach ‘Landscape with Airplanes in the Rain’ by REW

In this love story set in a small American town in the late 19th century, a wanderer seeking shelter from troubling memories is changed forever by the women who befriend him there. Additional narration by Amy Paonessa. Music: ‘Wooden Starlight’ by Dear Gravity ‘Better Now’ and ‘Liquid Mirror - Piano Version’ by Philip Daniel Zach ‘Landscape with Airplanes in the Rain’ by REW

In this love story set in a small American town in the late 19th century, a wanderer seeking shelter from troubling memories is changed forever by the women who befriend him there. Additional narration by Amy Paonessa. Music: ‘Wooden Starlight’ by Dear Gravity ‘Better Now’ and ‘Liquid Mirror - Piano Version’ by Philip Daniel Zach ‘Landscape with Airplanes in the Rain’ by REW

The Angle of the Light

Works written and produced by Soren Narnia. The text of these stories is licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA.  Email: songofsadbirds@aol.com      --     When I was in the fourth grade, my teacher asked me to sit next to a handicapped kid named Sean and help him along a little if I could. It wasn't easy, because he was quite slow, but I tried. When Sean got especially excited about something, or if he was told he had done something well, he would smile and shout out nonsense words. One of them I remember, which he used to shout many times over the few months I sat beside him, was "Sorinarneeya!" Again and again, it was a harmless word he used when he was happy, and seeing my puzzled expression would just make him say it once more, even more pleased than the first time: "Sorinarneeya!" For some reason that word stuck with me for years, until one day as an adult I realized how neatly and curiously it cut in half. And I thought that was so perfect, how this little gem of a thing had sprung from a bit of the absurd and a bit of the tragic. That seemed like all of life to me: momentary bits of perfection out of all the absurdity and tragedy. And amazingly, they just keep on coming. - SN

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Works written and produced by Soren Narnia. The text of these stories is licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA. Email: songofsadbirds@aol.com -- When I was in the fourth grade, my teacher asked me to sit next to a handicapped kid named Sean and help him along a little if I could. It wasn't easy, because he was quite slow, but I tried. When Sean got especially excited about something, or if he was told he had done something well, he would smile and shout out nonsense words. One of them I remember, which he used to shout many times over the few months I sat beside him, was "Sorinarneeya!" Again and again, it was a harmless word he used when he was happy, and seeing my puzzled expression would just make him say it once more, even more pleased than the first time: "Sorinarneeya!" For some reason that word stuck with me for years, until one day as an adult I realized how neatly and curiously it cut in half. And I thought that was so perfect, how this little gem of a thing had sprung from a bit of the absurd and a bit of the tragic. That seemed like all of life to me: momentary bits of perfection out of all the absurdity and tragedy. And amazingly, they just keep on coming. - SN

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