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The Bridge

There’s a bridge. The path is well-worn. It has long been traversed. There are even guides to get across.

But it is still a scary trip. It is difficult to start. All you need do is put one foot forward. It is said there is a spot in the middle with the best view. You could meet me there. But I am happy to walk the full distance. Just tell me you will be there to find me.

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