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I start toward the winding cliff-side staircase that leads to my finish line.
Meet me at the finish line.
I’ve dreamt this dream a thousand times over the years, and both my heart and head know the way.
“We both know I wasn’t going to make it to thirty, brother. Take care of her.”
“What did we win?”
Exodus.”
But he’s right, it’s not our story, and for the first time since he showed back up, I open my needy heart to the possibility that we may be able to write a better one.
don’t really believe words can heal as much as they hurt.
can you keep a secret?”

