Archer hugged him more tightly. ‘At this moment, I am a ship on a stormy sea, Silas, and you are the wind in my sails, the guiding north star, the powder in my cannon. Without you, I am sunk, but you keep me riding the swell and on course, because you are my reason to reach shore. Before you, I didn’t know which port I was sailing from nor where I would make land, but you are both.’
‘Yeah, I know.’
— Apr 06, 2024 10:58AM
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