Count 'em not

A year ago, on a rainy february friday i met mr. jones for the first time.

Le soir, c'etait tout magique...

If one is lucky, somewhere inside the adult self they retain the little boy or the girl they once used to be.

If one is really lucky, they chance upon the ones who can bring out that little boy or girl in them.

But if one is shamelessly lucky, they would also be the ones to return that favour to their person.

Nous avons toute de la chance...