Laipni lūgts, te kripatiņa manis.
Stella. Latviete. 13.
"You were just a boy on a bed in a room, like a kaleidoscope is a tube full of bits of broken glass. But the way I saw you was pieces refracting the light, shifting into an infinite universe of flowers and rainbows and insects and planets, magical dividing cells, pictures no one else knew…"
"One day, you realise that there are some people you’ll never see again. At least, not in the same way."