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The rope bridge is collapsing behind me. Scrambling for purchase, I see the backs of heads. My hand slips against the grain of the fibers. I could reach with my other, but it’s holding the scissors.

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Nov 16, 2025

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Notes: I’m not even sure what was on the other side of the bridge | h.t.
Tags: #loneliness #isolation #loss

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