The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For — Ally Condie, Crossed
The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For — Ally Condie, Crossed
The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For — Ally Condie, Crossed
The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For — Ally Condie, Crossed
The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For — Ally Condie, Crossed
The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For — Ally Condie, Crossed
The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For — Ally Condie, Crossed
The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For — Ally Condie, Crossed
The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For — Ally Condie, Crossed
The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For — Ally Condie, Crossed
The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For — Ally Condie, Crossed
The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For — Ally Condie, Crossed
The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For — Ally Condie, Crossed
The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For — Ally Condie, Crossed
The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For — Ally Condie, Crossed
The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For — Ally Condie, Crossed
The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For — Ally Condie, Crossed
The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For — Ally Condie, Crossed
The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For — Ally Condie, Crossed
The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For — Ally Condie, Crossed
The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For — Ally Condie, Crossed
The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For — Ally Condie, Crossed
The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For — Ally Condie, Crossed
The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For — Ally Condie, Crossed
The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For — Ally Condie, Crossed
The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For — Ally Condie, Crossed
The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For — Ally Condie, Crossed
The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For — Ally Condie, Crossed
The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For — Ally Condie, Crossed
The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For — Ally Condie, Crossed
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The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For each other. For who we are meant to be.

— Ally Condie, Crossed
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