Journal #36: I take it we’re not going back for flapjacks then?

Down through the dark tunnel we plunge on our backs, swerving around bends as it gets quickly steeper and even faster. Everything in my body has stopped. My heart has stopped beating, my lungs have stopped breathing, and even my brain has stopped thinking (which in itself is a minor miracle). I brace myself as … Continue reading Journal #36: I take it we’re not going back for flapjacks then?

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