... she spoke about stars, endlessness, and the rapture of the night...

“You make magic,' he exclaimed, 'without even trying'.”

“Imagine, little one. A kind and gentle man waving to me, almost as if he had be…”

“I told Papa of whole cities under water, streets filled with drifting seaweed a…”

“... I thought that maybe he could see the universe in the snow...”