Then you realize that you are sky, moon, stars, infinite magic of the gift of a night whose faint light is you. The frail have infinite resources to donate. Accustomed to courageously supporting their pain, they know how to smile and soothe the wounds, the voids, the fear of silence and loneliness of those who fear them and who are, instead, your home, your refuge, … Continua a leggere You Are the Moon