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

“It is in the heart and not in the words - not even in the most beautiful ones -…”

“We could build a boat, you and I, and sail to the moon and back.”

“His eyes looked sad, like the ocean before a big storm.”

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