To sweet for my own good. So close to the edge...I can feel the earth slip from beneath my feet. Only do I come to the revelation that I am slipping when I hear the wind at my back and feel the roll of the pebbles on the soles of my feet. Panic sets in...I reach out, to grasp, to take hold of anything or anyone. I find that it is my sanity that snatches me up. So gently whisking me away into the womb of safety. She whispers I am here. I will never let go....
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