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Looking down from the edge I think about the pledge. I can hear the birds as I listen to the words. "I pledge to the land I will hold out my hand. I'll help my neighbors with their physical labors. I pledge to my loved ones I'll be here till they have sons. To help raise them all and catch them when they fall. I pledge to me there's lots to see. It's not time to go, the answer is no." This speaks to me deep, and I start to weep. As I recite the pledge, I turn away from the ledge.
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Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC
The Ledge
Looking down from the edge I think about the pledge. I can hear the birds as I listen to the words. "I pledge to the land I will hold out my hand. I'll help my neighbors with their physical labors. I pledge to my loved ones I'll be here till they have sons. To help raise them all and catch them when they fall. I pledge to me there's lots to see. It's not time to go, the answer is no." This speaks to me deep, and I start to weep. As I recite the pledge, I turn away from the ledge.
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Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC
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