“The summer air hugs me and I walk down dark roads without sidewalks and flat land that challenges the stars as both stretch out before me. When I was little I would walk and time the sound of my steps to the beats of my heart. It seems a habit I haven’t outgrown. The sky here is the same one in California, but I feel like all these stars know me. They watched me as I grew tall enough to try to reach them. And they saw every single one of my heartbreaks bleed against the dirt here.”
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