New conversations took place, anywhere, anytime. No words were pronounced. It was clear though, full of light. I remember a story with streetlights and a lamplighter. I wonder where the Little Prince has gone ?! • • • Ann Ray 2013
About grace. Moment in time. Magnificent. The pianist was playing for a while. She appeared from nowhere, and just like that started to dance like a slightly insane ballerina. Each and everyone, overwhelmed, was staring at her. They were smiling. Staring...