A Knit of IdentityWhen Dennis died, I heard a sound, and then in a matter of seconds shit hit the fan, but then I heard it again, and for the first time I heard the sky talking to me. Floating in the middle of it, wrapped in the centre of it, I learned that the sky not only has a very distinct voice, but it has a lot to say. Danny Fletcher's life has never been great. Her father was on the road driving big rigs, and her mother was always left, waiting. As soon as she