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Dec 2019
Standing on the edge.
With ground beneath my feet behind me.
And yet nothing ahead.
Not sure what would become of me if I were to jump.
Letting go of the ground below, would I fly or fall.
For the future is never known .
Barry
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Barry  48/M/New Zealand
(48/M/New Zealand)   
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