Far off in some inner distance, a flame is never extinguished, never diminished. In every despair, at every junction, at every dead-end desperation, there is a stubborn, unyielding glimmer of hope.
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Far off in some inner distance, a flame is never extinguished, never diminished. In every despair, at every junction, at every dead-end desperation, there is a stubborn, unyielding glimmer of hope.
I was a chronic runaway, desperate for the grungy freedom I read in books or saw on the silver screen. I dreamed of divorce and emancipation and orphanhood, of rag-tag families of my own finding, of a solitary life on my side of the mountain. Anything would have been better than where I was, and I went to reckless lengths to find it.