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The precipice
Sometimes when I am at the precipice, when I look over my knees become week and my head spins about to the opinion that the only way, the only next step is a non-step, a tumble over the edge. It is inevitable unless I spot that little bird pecking the breadcrumbs and I think let's keep going, and I am glad I didn't fall.
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February 23
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