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by Ally Condie

For what is the point of having something lovely if you never share it?

Only when I hold onto nothing can I be the best, only then can I be what they expect me to be.

Growing apart doesn’t change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled.

I think of how perhaps the best way to fly would be with hands full of earth so you always remember where you came from, how hard walking could sometimes be.