There was absolutely nothing wrong with this life, but she felt inside her a craving for other things, other lives, other possibilities.
She felt like she was still in the air, not ready to land.
Maybe she was more like Hugo Lefèvre than she had realised.
Maybe she could flick through lives as easily as flicking pages.
She gulped the rest of the wine, knowing there would be no hangover.
“Earth and wood,” she said to herself. She closed her eyes.
It wasn’t long now. Not long at all. She just stood there and waited to disappear.
The Many Lives of Nora Seed
Nora came to understand something. Something Hugo had never fully explained to her in that kitchen in Svalbard.
You didn’t have to enjoy every aspect of each life to keep having the option of experiencing them.
You just had to never give up on the idea that there would be a life somewhere that could be enjoyed.
Equally, enjoying a life didn’t mean you stayed in that life.
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