“I missed the spread of the sky above me. Sometimes as I lay awake, I yearned so powerfully for freedom; for the dark silhouette of the Argo, blotting out the stars behind it; the promise of another journey and another land with every sunrise; thate resentment churned stomach, it’s bile scolding my throat.”

“I missed the spread of the sky above me. Sometimes as I lay awake, I yearned so powerfully for freedom; for the dark silhouette of the Argo, blotting out the stars behind it; the promise of another journey and another land with every sunrise; thate resentment churned stomach, it’s bile scolding my throat.”

— Jennifer Saint