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she stands at the edge of a precipice the wind blowing through her hair shall she plunge over the edge take that dare that she will be alright or falsely believe this is as far as she was ever meant to go ~~~ come child look to the sky see the endless expanse the majesty the tapestry written by light and dark wonder not if the edge is near for it is the turning point it is where you find out just what you are made of the stuff of dreams or the flesh of the earth ~~~ carefully she steps back then without looking she runs and goes over the edge into whatever future lay before her Spirits 270915 08/99