• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 01
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Home and Horizon

I remember that place where the white flowers
grew, sparse and fragile between the rocks,
up past the trees where we would sit
on cold stone and gaze out to sea, away from
this empty life and the empty people with
tiny dreams we vowed we would never become –
little white petals, like wishes, and an
island that would never set us free.