“The days pass without my being able to recall the Tuesday that it supposedly is, and even less, the month. And yet, I’m able to wake up each morning and be enthralled by the day that greatest me. I accept it as a single, unique day, where each little detail makes the ensemble of my days extraordinary.”

“The days pass without my being able to recall the Tuesday that it supposedly is, and even less, the month. And yet, I’m able to wake up each morning and be enthralled by the day that greatest me. I accept it as a single, unique day, where each little detail makes the ensemble of my days extraordinary.”

— Sarah Marquis