We are each a drop of rain. Fall separately and we are all but invisible. Temporary; fall together and we become the ocean, vast and powerful. Unstoppable.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.