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She lives dangerously close to the edge. A tight-wire stretches across the abyss. A bird is beaking "step on out". What will she do? there is no safty net. © 2012
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Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 1:00 PM UTC
We're Not That Close
She lives dangerously close to the edge. A tight-wire stretches across the abyss. A bird is beaking "step on out". What will she do? there is no safty net. © 2012
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irving-macpherson
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New Scotland
Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 1:00 PM UTC
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