I was a hugely unchaperoned reader, and I would wander into my local public library and there sat the world, waiting for me to look at it, to find out about it, to discover who I might be inside it.
And it feels like, finally.
I'll find you- Keep calling for me, Viola- Cuz here I come.
I want a campfire box.
I promised to keep on going but maybe keep on going means coming back first.
Know yourself and go in swinging, if it hurts when you hit, it might be real, too.