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To say everything would be to say little. Her language; her wisdom; the final story about her mother's blank journals. I pictured her mother privately planning and creating this gift over many years, choosing fabrics, like TTW chose mosaic bits and pieces, and binding the blank pages as her gift to her gifted daughter, trusting them to be filled with Terry's words, trusting they would tell the next generation what had preceded them. The gift was the loving structure, much like the love all mothers provide through their nurturing of their children, onto which her daughter could build tempests or temples. Told, as it was, right after that quote from the mother of environmental action, who said when asked what action was to be taken next, replied to put one foot in front of another and the little light that would shine would point the way, I was sure her mother had shone a light on the blank pages for Terry to take her next steps.