from windswept sands to rain soaked lands
to mountain peaks and deep sea wreaks
magic flows forward
time marches onwards
nothing stays the same
and yet
still
I find myself searching with a will
that isn’t entirely my own
from windswept sands to rain soaked lands
to mountain peaks and deep sea wreaks
magic flows forward
time marches onwards
nothing stays the same
and yet
still
I find myself searching with a will
that isn’t entirely my own
“I’m pretty sure we aren’t in North Dakota anymore.”
“How the hell would you know that?” Apollo looked at her out of the corner of his eye.
“We just went past a sign that said Manitoba. That’s in Canada. Besides,” Astra looked up from the map she’d been bent over, “it says so on the map.”