She sits erect as a young girl called to the principal’s office, but the back of her head rests just that small bit lower on the chair’s back than in earlier days. In those days, she wore her dresses tighter, proud of her good looks; or perhaps her body was fuller before aging. Still, the young woman lives on within the current one — hands slender, limber, feet smooth and small — as she slowly crosses the room to coax new visions from the keyboard. If her soul were to ascend this moment, it would contain all her selves, unapologetic, unashamed of the changes that make no difference.