January 25, 2013
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Perched on life’s edge
A grieving writer finds comfort atop a limestone layer that remembers both the Great Dying and life’s blind persistence
I go to the Rim when I need to recalibrate. So I stand now once more on this edge. The wind blows keen, prying into the seams of my clothes, whispering of vanished worlds and unexpected death.
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