(continues from Brave Enough)  I turned the page while concentrating hard on my transparent fingers, keeping them solid. The page now lying face up displays a knight, helm-less but wearing full plate. She looks at me and I at her.  Our gazes cross, catch,  hold.  She is me and at the same time,  not me. By some strange miracle, she and I shared one existence, one viewpoint for a time. Now we’re separate. It means something but i have no idea what. A car speeds by breaking my fascination with the book and the woman done up in silver gilt. Gavin DeGraw … Continue reading meaning