Instead of going south to camp, I turned north.
There are no wrong turns here, no rules even exist for me to break.
Slowly, slowly, me and Goldie.
And then it moves on again, but this conversation is just a fraction more beautiful. Do you truly speak my language? Does this mean something to you, too?
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Like I told them, I’m really good at being single.
“I can’t leave this,” I tell myself. “I’m too afraid. This isn’t fun, but it’s comfortable. This isn’t right, but at least I know where I’m sleeping and how to get around. I’m afraid to go again. I should stay where it’s safe.”
When I stay still and you all spin around me, a kaleidoscope of conversations and adventures and traditions.
And every once in a while, I meet a stranger that immediately belongs.
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