Hey, future me.
This is weird, writing to myself. I thought this would be a good idea, but I forgot how little room there is to write on a postcard, so I have to write small. Anyway, this is 1 of 21 (or more) postcards I'll be writing along my spontaneous road trip. In case you're 100 years old and have dementia and don't remember, this is from the time you decided to take 3 weeks off from your dead end job and see how far you can drive. Although, I probably wont live that long; knowing my luck, I'll fall in love with an axe murderer and that'll be the end of me, who knows?
Love from me.
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Stardust (Complete)
ChickLit2016. I met a boy with a whole universe inside him, his eyes full of shimmering stardust, like windows into his soul, shining so brightly I could barely look into them for more than a second. His body was like a bridge between the physical and spiri...
