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Novella - My wife and I live in Pinewood Lake, California. We are, or were, happy until I became haunted – my mind possessed by a girl and memories from my past. Now my wife is confused and frightened, as am I.
Why are the memories of my first love so overwhelming? Why am I letting them affect our life? Will revisiting the past drive us apart, or prove we were meant to be together?

Chapter 1 In the Beginning
There is confusion here in this mountain place, all because of a girl I lost over twenty years ago. She was buried in memory for so long I thought she would never reappear, but she has, and I must try to put her into focus. Especially now, now that I'm happy and married to the dream I had all my life. The lost girl came back to me in the form of a phone call, then took on further flesh in a letter, and I saw her once, a few months ago, so that she became suddenly real again, suddenly confusing.
Her name is Ariel, which is appropriate. It means "the wind" and that's the way she's been with me, vagrant and elusive, ghostly and singing all the sad gone years that have passed through me. Ariel Singer, her maiden name twenty-odd years ago, a million years ago in a small mountain town like this one, only 1600 miles from here.
I live in a place called Pinewood Lake in California. I'm Joey Victor and my present wife's name is Annette. She's a ghost herself, though she doesn't know it. I love her and she hardly knows that either. This is my predicament and it's so complicated I may not be able to explain it to anyone.
Yet I live in this time and in this place—with my memory of the past in a town called Lowen, Colorado, near the windings of the North and South St. Vrain Rivers. That's where my young boy heart fell in love and started all this, this that is culminated in Pinewood Lake, but not yet finished. I am only forty years old, after all, and cannot see into the future. Annette knows little about my past, my boyhood, because we have only been married five years, yet she is curious, jealous even, and I write these words only to explain to her that she is somehow part of that past she doesn't know.

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