The threat of war has passed for now, and Anais takes time to reflect on the veil of illusion which makes life bearable. During the threat of war, people acted like madmen, moving away, withdrawing their money, or feeling trapped if they had no money and could not go away. Peace, security, and happiness were gone.
The only world Anais knows is one of poetry and illusion, a world each person creates for himself by drawing from within to create a dream, a vision. Living this way, she can retain the wonder of a child, keep believing in magic, continue dreaming. She believes this method of creation is a much more productive method of escape than drinking or drugs. It enables her to dress gaily even if it's expected to rain. She feels beautiful and therefore, looks beautiful.
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