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Narrow, steep bridge (Upright flower)
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Narrow Steep Bridge
Version One
These days I walk on a narrow steep bridge between the known past and the unknown future, with no guide or dear companion
to hold my hand. The sleekness and lustre of youth are gone; the appetite for adventure has vanished. ...Alone on this bridge
now, without the resilience of my youth to fall back on, my steps are both slow and uncertain. Sometimes the narrow bridge
seems to sway, so I observe myself carefully as I go on, I don't want to slip and fall.
I walk alone, each foot placed as best as I can, each step taking me farther and farther from my past, leaving it on the
other side, behind me.
I cannnot see what is at the other end of the bridge; there seems to be a heavy fog where the future lays. My eyes cannot
pierce it; My heart cannot fathom it. But as I come nearer with each step, Perhaps, just perhaps, the sun will break through
burning the fog away, revealing to me, in the distance, a green landscape, one of hope and promise: a sight that I cannot
see now from where I stand.
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