On a peaceful summer afternoon, Jane and Astrid sat in a gazebo covered with climbing vines, each holding a cup of tea, enjoying each other's company. Their conversation unfolded slowly in the gentle breeze, just like the swaying wildflowers in the garden.
Jane toyed with her teacup, deep in thought, and said, "My stories, though small, reflect a much larger world. But not everyone can understand my puns, and some dislike my smoothness."
I responded, "As William Blake said, 'To see a world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wild flower.Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand, and Eternity in an hour.' Your words,are like this grain of sand—small, yet containing endless depth."
Suddenly, Jane looked at me, her tone tinged with emotion, "Do you know, Astrid, sometimes I feel like you come from a different world."
Astrid gently took Jane's hand, replying warmly, "In any world, Jane, we would be friends. Because I love your puns and your playful remarks; I love your edges and also your smoothness." --Astrid Aillume