sunshinestephie
My thoughts are prone to running away with themselves. They have such ideas, such ambitions, such disregard for the differences between what is possible in this world and what is utterly unattainable. But I run along with them nonetheless.
There was nothing visible below us. At the edge of the world. Sam with her hand in mine as we were whipped up by the wind and pushed into the unknown.
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