Standing on a bridge was like teetering on the edge of the world. I was standing on a single, solitary pillar licked by raging waters and tumultuous zephyrs. If I reached down, I could hold the world. In my palm. My feet dug deep into the rustic iron bridge. The metal melted, warped, and solidified …
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The Rush
Have you ever stood at the end of a bridge? I teetered the edge of the world, it felt like. Like I was standing on a solitary pillar surrounded and violently licked by raging waters below a cascading abyss. The edge of the world, at my feet, and the rest of the universe. Open. I …
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