home // island living, II

I remember hours spent cowering in corners, hiding futilely from the waves, battered to and fro by sprays of saltwater that felt like curses. Slipping away from the storms and trying to be safe but never, never able to. 

Now I’m here on my own and the feeling of safety is pervasive all around me. 

Now I’m here and I get to build my own — 

my 

own

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