Anyone can grow into something beautiful.

“Here you are, obsessed with romantic language-a language invented for expressio…”

“Over time, we would learn each other and I would learn to love her like a mothe…”

“If it was true that moss did not have roots, and maternal love could grow spont…”

“Non mi fido, come la lavanda. Mi difendo, come il rododendro . Sono sola, come …”