A light burns in you. Dim, bright, it keeps company with you in the dark.
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Fence sitter
Barbed wire, picket, chain link– I can’t pick a side. But quite frankly, either option looks worse than my precarious perch.
This is your captain sleeping
Captain’s log, day four: attempts to sleep went poorly. Stupid sea sickness.
Jordyn Saelor 