I question every detail, making extractions, turning them over in my hands. Then I wonder why... Why can't I, too?
She speaks to me without even a whisper, never saying a word. "You can, dear, you can."
And when I look up to the summer sun through the shade of the weeping willow, I can't help but cry too.
"Everything you ever wish for will come true. Simply ask the stars," she says.
