...has a habit of grabbing my wrist just as I’m about to
plummet. Miss 23.59. How long does one go on ignoring coincidences? I wish I
knew.
I was thinking back over the past ten years tonight,
identifying all the cardinal points in the process of erosion that has left the
mountain almost flat. Being an eternal optimist, I was naturally inclined to
wonder what was destined to be built in its place. When you’ve become Ground
Zero, the only way is up. Isn’t it?
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