In the coming days and weeks$$$ Laila would scramble frantically to commit it all to memory$$$ what happened next. Like an art lover running out of a burning museum$$$ she would grab whatever she could--a look$$$ a whisper$$$ a moan--to salvage from peris

In the coming days and weeks$$$ Laila would scramble frantically to commit it all to memory$$$ what happened next. Like an art lover running out of a burning museum$$$ she would grab whatever she could--a look$$$ a whisper$$$ a moan--to salvage from perishing to preserve. But time is the most unforgiving of fires$$$ and she couldn't$$$ in the end$$$ save it all.