She (for they were all she’s in this yard) lumbered forward and pressed her great leather chest against the fence to get a better look at Wyatt. He stepped forward, boots crunching on the dry dirt, until her face filled his view and the scratchy old hairs sprouting from her trunk tickled his cheek.
Elephants are impossible to view as elephants. Sooner or later their eyes will convince you that they are people. She had seen many things, this elderly lady.
This is the strangest, loveliest, biggest story we’ve ever told. It is not our own; it belongs to people and places who welcomed us into their lives so that we might know them better. We tried to be their conduit, we may have become a part.
It is about a bufferzone at the edge of a Nepali jungle where ordinary people live amongst wild animals; where the army protects rhinos; and where women of shadow sell light.