Gingersnaps
2 min readJan 18, 2019
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Fleeing velvet walls of pristine night. The journey aided by the wailing baby’s cry.
Moving, gliding half-aware of prying eyes and misforgotten deeds. I slide thorough this incarnation, a journey on the back of sea turtles and uprooted flowers.
You cannot see how real this is.
You cannot connect with the distance traveled, yet