My daughter became a sleepwalker, and I always got up to see if she stayed in bed. One night I saw that she had left the house. I saw her on the edge of the ravine, gathering the stardust, putting it together and then scattering it down over the village to convert it into fulfilled wishes and blessings for all. I thank heavens for allowing me to see this marvel and for making my daughter so special.
Retablo by Selva Prieto Salazar