Josepha de la Liberté

"``I'm twelve? I can't go hunting about France for circles?``""``Then you have something to do when I am long gone, past the deserted streets and home-made bakeries which smell so lavish with the cookie dough! Past the oak, stolid jungles: the green, twisting vines! Past those who persecute me, persecute you - those who handle you by your thread and twirl you on a prick of a thumb! Past those whom think that even after I’m gone, when father is gone - when Hugo is gone, that they can de-root your fertilized soils: allow me to explain that you have a dream - a nightmare, a beckoning: a wish. You have something to do when I am gone, Racine, and you will preach this with beauty.``""An exchange between Josepha de la Liberté and Racine de la Liberté on the topic of Josepha's gift to Racine"