“Sometimes when Estelle looked into her crystal ball, she might envision tears or a smile. She might hear laughter, or the song of a bird, or the voice of silence. The world: ugly or beautiful, was there, and it spoke to her, through her. Most times, she was convinced that she didn’t see the world; maybe it was the world that saw her.”
―
Bill Meissner,
The Wonders of the Little World
