Look up,
And there it is,
Lightning from cheekbones starts,
And down,
To core, gut, base.
It wasn't there before.
I wish it would go away.
Wanderlust
- Stevie
- There, on the horizon, the sun hovers. Watch how she beckons. She asks us to run away, the sunset drawing every molecule of our being into it. And it's no wonder we wish we could fly.
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