She spun and she spun, shifting from one room to the next, from one city to another - she was little more than a faint dash of light in her family photos and to her friends she was always light years away. she could not sit still. And if by some quiet magic she fell rooted to a single place, her hands shook and she chewed on her finger-nails until they hurt. There was no stillness for her. When life failed to distract her, she failed to want to live it.