Bridge
With steel cables wound from strands uncountable, threaded through the sounds of your name and mine, every vibration of the wind is familiar. It matters not that you died, you hold the far end taut, dragging me like a water skier through the wake you left behind.-Lantz Pierre
With steel cables wound from strands uncountable, threaded through the sounds of your name and mine, every vibration of the wind is familiar. It matters not that you died, you hold the far end taut, dragging me like a water skier through the wake you left behind.-Lantz Pierre
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