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epiloguekRosie read the letter for what seemed like the millionth time in her life, foldedit into four neat squares, and slid it back into the envelope. Her eyes pannedacross her collection of letters, greeting cards, e-mail printouts, chat roomprintouts, faxes, and scribbled notes from her school days. There were hundredsof them spread across the floor, each telling its own tale of triumph orsadness, each letter representing a phase in her life.She had kept them all.She sat on the sheepskin rug in front of her fire in her bedroom in Connemaraand continued to take in the array of words spread out before her.Her life in ink. She had spent the entire night reading back over them and herback ached from stooping and her eyes stung. Stung from the tiredness andtears.People she had loved had so vividly come alive in her head during thosehours as she read their fears, emotions, and thoughts that had once been soreal, but that were now gone from her life. Friends that had come and gone,workmates, schoolmates, lovers, and family members. She had relived her lifeall over again that night in a matter of hours.Without her even noticing, the sun had risen, the seagulls were dancingaround the sky calling with excitement as their meals were thrown around bythe angry sea. The waves crashed against the rocks threatening to come further.Gray clouds hung like smoke rings outside her window.