How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand… there is no going back?
i’m not sure how any of that is done. i’m not sure if it’s even possible. when you work camp for 9 weeks and live and breathe and sweat camp and charleston…that’s all you know. which is hard, and sad, and happy, and frustrating all at once.