The ones I loved fly as birds in the open sky above me. Soaring, weaving, calling to me to join them. I want so badly to follow them, but the seawater saturates my wings, making it impossible to lift them.… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“Did love make me run from Harlowe to Miami or did I get here because I loved myself enough to fly away?” — Gabby Rivera Copy Share Image
