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One by one we take each step in stride. We walk a path we all follow as if we've walked a thousand times. Sidewalks fall off curbed asphalt that break into gravel roads. In a silent number we stand within the fog...all waiting at the bridge's edge. One by one we take a step but our feet don't find solid ground. Some of us flail, some take it calmly. some of us just shut our eyes real tight and wait for the end.
Maybe we'll look back and remember who stood with us in the mist. Maybe we won't. Either way it's all coming to the jump off now.
-tara J.
Maybe we'll look back and remember who stood with us in the mist. Maybe we won't. Either way it's all coming to the jump off now.
-tara J.