Time marches on relentlessly and waits for no one, but does time ever get tired?
A 13yro girl ends up being trapped in "limbo, time stopped." Spending all this time alone who or what will keep her going?
The cover is mine, btw. ❤️
I made a list of everything I will need to make the trip back to New York. There's only four things I need. It isn't much because I won't need to eat, drink, change clothes, or anything like that.
1. Knowledge of where exactly I am.
2. A map.
3. More books. (Yes, I'm going to read and walk. Obviously.)
4. Drawing supplies. I'm going to draw their faces so I won't forget what they look like.
The last two are optional-- I'm getting it anyway. I'll probably be able to find out what my location is and get a map at a bus stop. I think there'll be books, drawing supplies, and possibly a compass in stores, so I'll go do that and continue writing.
. . .
I managed to get everything. Apparently, I'm in South Carolina and about eleven hundred and fifty-five kilometers. (Seven hundred and seventeen miles.) I built a sand castle too.
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I'm going to make my way back to New York when I finish writing this.
