for hunting monsters in the heat of high summer. for running through the woods with your best friend, fingers entangled, half-laughing half-screaming as you try not to trip. for fighting. for bleeding. for scraping your knees. for falling into rivers and off of waterfalls.

here is to the bad things that will happen, as they always do. exhaustion—frustration—isolation—devastation. here is to the people who will pick you back up. here is to the parts of yourself you will lose, and the parts you will gain; here is to the sun as it beats down mercilessly on your breaking skin and the scratches that leave scars. here's to mystery. here's to war. here's to adventure.

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