"...the dip into nostalgia's mist awakens a child's impetuous risk: a raucous romp through fecundate thickets and orchards wet with sweetened scents, burnt and bent by the rays off a stones austere slant; pluck plush jewels of wildberry dissent, myrrh and dried flower petal dusting from the nearby church apse's carol and singalong resonance, a delicate delight, a daring razor-light slice..."