Thursday, November 4, 2004
Abyss
I sit on the edge of an abyss. I sense rather than see your hand Outstretched to bring me to safety. But the gap between me and your hand is too wide and ever widening. Instead of moving closer to your hand, The abyss is moving closer to me. I know that I must reach out and grasp even the tips of...
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