I am on that dangerous brink again; perched on a crag, with one hand grasping a branch for safety; peering optimistically over the edge into the canyon below, a depth filled with glorious stories, warm colors and smooth surfaces, yet nevertheless a precarious one.
It is precarious until you find out that, in fact, you can fly. Or least until you realize that there is the mere possibility of flying. :-)
ReplyDeleteoh j-dogg.. thanks for that :)
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