I kind of was shoveled onto a boat at 11 and went to England. I didn't have any parent watching over me. It was very free and may have been a bit of a scary time for me, but I really don't remember much about the voyage apart from playing ping-pong a lot with a couple friends.
It's why you create characters: so you can argue with yourself.
I see the poem or the novel ending with an open door.
All I ever wanted was a world without maps.
she had a laugh that hinted it had rolled around once or twice in the mud.
What is interesting and important happens mostly in secret, in places where there is no power.