People are made of stories.
Stories are the threads that weave between us, knit us together, even the ones that make us cry.
Especially the ones that make us cry.
One day, we’ll share the stories of Tiny Gandalf and the woman who stole a fridge, and of the cosmic bus and the cups of tea, and of a town in the hills where the crows sing.
Stories are important, you see. Keep telling ’em. Keep speaking them until your heart breaks. And then tell the story of that, too.
Because stories are stronger than rock, stronger than heartbreak, stronger even than time itself – so long as you got the breath to tell them.
Keep telling them.