"I can’t say I’d mind that," Carla Jean says with a crooked grin, almost wistful, though she suspects that, once she got out there, she’d mostly just find it daunting. Before she got shot and then opened her eyes on a beach, she’d never seen the ocean in person before, never really got out of the desert. Looking at it from the shore, wading out into it, is one thing, but being out in the middle of it would probably be another.
She doesn’t really think that specifically is the point, however, and she considers it for another moment before answering. "I guess I’d have to say… findin’ something that makes me happy like that. I don’t know what it would be."
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Date: 2015-01-31 05:37 am (UTC)She doesn’t really think that specifically is the point, however, and she considers it for another moment before answering. "I guess I’d have to say… findin’ something that makes me happy like that. I don’t know what it would be."