“We were in the woods, and not a parent or a friend on earth knew where. At this moment, we were untraceable, this notion an odd pleasure. A patch of fallen leaves glowed in a pool of golden sun, and the dim forest air smelled sweet, of young lilac, invisible sage.” MissingWoodsAutumnSageForestUnknownLilacLeafDisappearedUntraceable Book:Your Blue Is Not My Blue: A Missing Person Memoir Source: Your Blue Is Not My Blue: A Missing Person Memoir