One moth. One flame. An end. A beginning.
Alaska will be our last stop; a chance to recreate our life together. More simply, it is our escape plan. We do not know what lies ahead, only that we have to leave behind our recent escapades. I am not stupid, but I am reconciled, if necessary, to life in an igloo. I do not see this as desperation, perhaps because I do not see forward clearly.
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