“That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.”― Emily Dickinson . . . This life, my life, is the only 'Nanci H.' there will ever be . . . with these eyes, these finger prints, this DNA. I will take care of Nanci H because I like her and she deserves my care. Now, my soul . . . hmmm . . . it is the butterfly of how many possibilities . . . or not . . . what a mystery, what an exciting mystery . . .