There's something in your face that I saw once before in South Dakota. Wheat country....

Mark Lamphere: There's something in your face that I saw once before in South Dakota. Wheat country. Cyclone weather. Just before the cyclone, the air has a stillness. A flat, gold, shimmering stillness. You have it in your face - the same hush before the storm and when you smile it's like the first breath of wind bending down the wheat. I know that behind that smile is a turbulence that... Celia Barrett: I heard his voice and then I didn't hear it any more, because the beating of my blood was louder. This was what I'd hunted those foolish years in New York. I knew before I knew his name or touched his hand and for an endless moment I seemed to float like a feather blown to a place where time had stopped.