
Bridges
January 10, 2013She realized how different they were when he began talking about how much he feared bridges, that he thought driving over them was like traversing a steel and concrete tightrope.
She had always loved the way they arced through the sky, carrying all those who crossed toward possibility. They made her feel as if she were flying across the water.
I had no idea, she said, already seeing a new span open out to whatever would follow.
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