there is a bridge situated somewhere that finds us grappling with its sides. from just beneath, we waiver and cling tightly to its end. there is a road up there, we think. cars driving. people walking. dogs barking. cats meowed. figments of another mindset. functions in the way of things left to be leaving. and so we lay forth our bags, emptied into the river. that river in which we set foot; now swimming; now going with its cause. and with pause, we take leave. and we are left to be leaving as well.
good afternoon, all transitioned
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