In this story there is a mountain girl with her head on fire and a name that means kindness. A mountain girl who fights for her land, does not understand. The mountain girl meets her love in the sky, he takes her away to his home in the desert. Her love who has loved other loves, who has warm eyes and desert heat that sticks to his tongue. The mountain girl and her love start a new life under the desert sun. The sun takes so long to set in the desert and the sky is always clear and blue. This is a story I will never tell because this story is too fragile for words. The mountain girl and the desert man become two birds and circle each other. He asks her what she likes best about the desert and she says you. There are bite marks and scratch marks and teeth marks and I hate that all my stories turn out like this. One of the two birds die, I don't know which. Or maybe they don't. Maybe they live happily ever after. This is a story I will never tell so it doesn't have an ending. Like all stories without an end, it does not exist.
