Page 173 - And the Mountains Echoed (novel)

Who was blown away by the wind one night.

There is another, perhaps earlier, verse, she is sure of it, but that eludes her as
well.
Pari sits. She has to. She doesn’t think she can stand at the moment. She waits
for the coffee to brew and thinks that when it’s ready she is going to have a cup,

and then perhaps a cigarette, and then she is going to go to the living room to
call Collette in Lyon, see if her old friend can arrange her a trip to Kabul.
But for the moment Pari sits. She shuts her eyes, as the coffeemaker begins to
gurgle, and she finds behind her eyelids hills that stand soft and a sky that stands
high and blue, and the sun setting behind a windmill, and always, always, hazy
strings of mountains that fall and fall away on the horizon.