dedalus Posted August 22, 2013 Share Posted August 22, 2013 Two little steps to the granite edge as the ocean roils and boils three hundred feet below. One little jump, it will all be over. One little jump, one forward step: dizziness. Hands and arms grab for me and there are high rough voices as Marie comes running. It was nothing. It was nothing. Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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