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August 20, 2010

I crossed the bridge.

Board by distant board I step by step reached the center and stopped.

The bridge swayed slightly as I bent to look over the edge.

It was all there in perfect clarity: the suspension cable,  the water tracing over the rocks below, not a soul in sight.

The bridge crashed. I was falling, sliding through the expanse of air from bridge boards to the bedrock or repressed emotional memories. The familiarity was terrifying, yet the new found foreignness was comforting. The feelings were real, but the reality was gone. It was gone and it won’t come back.  Not like that. I could have fell down that was permanently, but you unknowingly saved me. And I have no way to thank you now that I’ve healed.

Nearly three years to the date I crossed the bridge.

I’m finally free.

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