Six children—three girls and three boys—play in a garden by the sea. We follow them as they grow up, go to school, venture away from home, grieve the death of a friend, marry (or not), have children (or not). We do not see or hear their goings on but rather their inner monologues, the thoughts they could never have spoken but feel and know. More prose poem than novel, the writing posits that our inner lives are as rich and detailed as the world around us, perhaps more so. And that there is a continuity threaded through the differences and separations between us, a simultaneous distinctness and blurring of selves, both wave and particle, each headed for the shore.