❝she preferred having her tea sitting on her favorite spot - on a stone in the most precious glade. gazing over the magical little lake. trees hanging like a frame to her view, sunlight glimpses through the dense leaves. dragonflies dancing in a waltz around her. she loved those water lilies making the green-colored lake looking like the most tremendous painting hanging on that castle wall. they made her think of you. how you make her sometimes very-dark-world so bright. it seemed to her like water lilies and you had the same power - to make something so dull feel so terribly alive.❞