I have that feeling again, of standing on an edge, doesn't matter what kind, it's every edge out there - a cliff, a ledge, a tree branch, a fault line, a red border on a map, a curb, a line dragged carelessly into the sand - and I'm tensed there, ready for something, but I don't know what
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And edges are necessary, to remind you of how good solid, wide open spaces can be.
Love you.
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Love you too. :)
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