"I thought you were my constant," she said. "Just like Penny was Desmond's constant. But now I know there's no such thing. There's too much change, happening all the time, inside all of us. Nothing is permanent. Not even ourselves."
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"I thought you were my constant," she said. "Just like Penny was Desmond's constant. But now I know there's no such thing. There's too much change, happening all the time, inside all of us. Nothing is permanent. Not even ourselves."
#130story
Her life had turned into a prison, almost. She was monitored, controlled, and isolated. She longed to be free like… https://t.co/9vvCvpWyFy
She sat at the airport gate
Gazing out the window at the sky
Quietly anticipating the flight
Watching the clouds
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