"Tomorrow. The word hangs in the air for a moment, both a promise and a threat. Then it floats away like a paper boat, taken from her by the water licking at her ankles."
- The Space Between Us: A Novel
We're beginning to pack our house into boxes, load our cars and file down I-81 -- toward Nepal, Oregon, North Carolina, D.C, Alabama, New Jersey -- to start something new. This makes me scared and excited and sad, all at once.
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