He offered her the world. She said she had her own. - Monique Duval
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
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