and so she reached into the still-charred-in-places house of the still-charred-in-places harman-karman and filled him with all of her fullness of memories so old and so smoke-free that she surprised herself at the fragrance of the field , awake with flowers ; the clarity of the brook , laughing over rock and pebble ; the song of the wind and the birds upon it ; the gentle swaying of branches and leaves , sheets and sheets of leaves , which flooded and filled every last nook and cranny of harman-karmans memory and so , in a dance so thorough that it left no room for other , darker , dances , fanned ever last ember of pain from harman-karmans sight and in turn filled him with a peace so gentle it felt like being kissed by forest .