“She decided to free herself, dance into the wind, create a new language. And birds fluttered around her, writing “yes” in the sky.”Monique Duval
“She woke up and realized she had forgotten the definition of the word ‘impossible.’ She decided it must not have been that important.”Monique Duval Source: The Persistence of Yellow: A Book of Recipes for Life
“That’s the way it is with dreams. They scratch at your door. You see them through the peep hole: a stray dream looking for a home. You think it might go away if you ignore it. Wrong. It’s still there when you open the door, smiling. Wagging its tail.”Monique Duval
