A year without you, Kinga A year of missing your giant kind heart 🤍 There’s a story about Kinga, a beautiful story about connection, about mutual understanding without words, about loyality and abundant friendship. There are endless anectodes about her character as her runaways, announcing upcoming heavy rain, singing with the girl’s saxophone and clarinet, chewing up magazines, distroying the remote controls, sleeping in the sandbox, enjoying the girls massages, and the long conversations we had along our walks in the nature. At the last picture you see a tree, a dogwood, we’ve planted with Kinga’s ashes in memory to continue the story of her that will blossom white flowers and grow through each season to a beautiful giant magic white tree, just like she was. Always and forever close by to our hearts🤍🌟🤍🌟🤍🌟🤍🌟🤍🌟🤍