Assembly.
There is nothing to be done when it comes to matters of the heart.
It takes time to separate yourself, re-assemble yourself and to let go of past expectations, hopes and dreams.
So I go on my travels through America, sometimes as a traveling gypsy filled with freedom and unlimited options, and sometimes as a lonely girl living in a world long past.
Only time.
I need more time.
"And what does it live on?"
"Weak tea with cream in it."
A new difficulty came into Alice's head,
"Supposing it couldn't find any?" she suggested.
"Then it would die, ofcourse."
"But that must happen very often," Alice remarked thoughtfully.
"It always happens," said the Gnat.
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