We crawled where we could not see the end. We stand where we can see there is no end. Let us fly where we will; it is up to you.
Have you felt like the pressure of all time and space behind you has taken your breath away, instead of inspired you?
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posted by Preston at 1:56 AM
I'm adapting the novel I've been working on since I was 16 for this... that's legal, right? ha
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I'm adapting the novel I've been working on since I was 16 for this... that's legal, right? ha
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