As the town developed, however, I discovered it was no longer mine. And my soul
could no longer run to a private refuge, an undisclosed silent, secret place. So I
abandoned Marble Springs as I felt it had abandoned me. I would think of it only
when forced to.
Thus I have had to move back to Marble Springs twice now. After the initial pain and trepidation, it is like any other home coming. People you thought you knew had changed, the gossip stayed the same, and new faces looked oddly familiar. The presence of others did not destroy my refuge —rather they made it more real than I had ever imagined.