The process of giving is without limits.
I'm not sure I believe in the whole 'ghost-afterlife' thing, but I think places are marked by people who have been there.
All those moments, those memories. Everything that we are, compressed in just two or three kilos of paper — the weight of a human heart.
Life is what you celebrate. All of it. Even its end.
A named thing is a tamed thing.
The wind always brings us back to the same wall