The memories here belong to others. Fragmented and ephemeral, they are pieced together in the way one seeks out colored glass along a shore. Held together, they gleam as brilliantly as a stained glass window in fading sunlight. These stories are from the life of an elusive yet tenacious woman; they are the stories of Silvia Narma. In part, the stories collected here, record my search to find Silvia, an Estonian woman who lived down the street from me in a small, unassuming village in Vermont. Ea