Week Twenty Seven
Malin
I believe it's possible to pour all the waters in all the world's oceans into a juice glass.
I know the winds of a hurricane can be held back with a feather.
I trust that a flower hidden in a garden has petals of a color never before seen.
I accept all these things because you are proof of the impossible.
You slip hours between seconds.
You unlock all doors with your smile.
You take on infinity and count backwards.
You undid everything I understood about this world, and I'm better for it.
