It’s funny how you forget when you meet people. I don’t remember meeting my best friends. I don’t remember the first time I saw him. I don’t remember what I thought. On FaceTime. In person. None of it. It’s funny how you remember the things people say. I remember “I am literally obsessed with you.”Continue reading “Arctic Remembrance”
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Him
He is the sea and I am the shore. He flows as wild and free as the white-capped waves and I, as confined and unmoving as the stagnant land He is the sky and I am the earth. He soars as swiftly and unpredictably as the mischevious wind and I, as compact and caged asContinue reading “Him”
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