Phoenix Maplewood li pale [m]

the touch was welcome. it reminded mireille she was not so alone in this wild land full of men and empty of those she loved. already all of her ached for the sea, and she still felt the tearing in her heart as newly as it had been when she left those shores.
some part of her wanted to confide this in totoro. surely the gentle soul with the kind sky-eyes which softened rather than pierced — perhaps they might understand.
but no;
mireille must guard them all, her sisters, mother, nieces, nephews.
"she is sad. confused. my mot'er an' she were tog'eter a long, long time." 
mireille felt as though the scintillating heat inside her was so misplaced, annoying. a frustration.
"it be a hard t'ing, to lose a mot'er." an understatement. "what you have left is what she gave you. what you remember."
once more, green and blue meeting.