📚🔥🌻Excerpt:
When the bus arrived, James thanked me for hanging out with him and said he’d see me at school the next day. I climbed the stairs and found an empty seat at the back. As the bus pulled away from the curb, James raised his hand in a small wave; he was still standing there when I reached the end of the street, like a beacon on a lighthouse, warning tall ships to be careful in the fog. The image made me think of a poem I’d once read:

“Ah Sun-flower! weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the Sun,
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller’s journey is done;
Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves and aspire,
Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.”
(William Blake)

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