Tristan Robert Lange

Shifting Spring

Memory 1

YOUNG BOY: \"Mommy, where did grandma go?\"

MOTHER: \"Um...up there in the blue sky, beyond the dark gray clouds.\"

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Memory 2: A Poem Fragment

It is snowing out and I am cold,

And what I say you probably won’t hear,

For ever atom in me is frozen,

Right down to the heart.

I’m sitting and freezing to death.

I’m freezing as I sit in discomfort,

Observing the blur of white

That surrounds me.

My face, my blood, they are all frozen solid.

I am now seventeen years old and already in bad health,

Hoping to die sooner than later.

— Poem snippet from Tristan Robert Lange’s poem, Frozen Solid.

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Memory 3:
YOUNG GIRL: \"Daddy, why did my fish die?\"
FATHER: \"Because it\'s, uh, just the way life is, honey.\"
YOUNG GIRL: \"But, I...I want her alive again.\"

A long pause.

FATHER: (lets out a resigned sigh) I know you do...I know you do.\"

Another pause.

Let\'s just see what we can make happen, shall we

His mother\'s voice appears in memory to say the following words along with him.

Here, take my hand.

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Ending

YOUNG GIRL: \"Look Daddy, look, she\'s alive again.\"

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