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ubtle tense adjustment integrated: I stepped onto the bridge with careless stride, Each plank beneath my feet felt firm and true, The distant shore called out across the wide Expanse of years stretched farther than I knew. The sun shone bright on those first eager steps, Each day a new adventure, fresh and clear, No thought of storms that strain these planks with force, Or winds that could make even firm boards veer. But seasons changed, and clouds began to form, The planks beneath grew weathered, worn by days, What once seemed straight now shifts through the hands of time, Each step required a more careful measure. At last the bridge’s highest point was reached, Where weathered planks stretched level with the sky, Through gaps that youth had never thought to see, A flash of light from waters rushing by. Behind, the miles stretched farther than I’d known, Each early step now small against the span, Ahead, the bridge curved down through light half-grown, Where shadows gathered at the bridge’s end.
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May 23
May 23, 2026 at 10:18 AM UTC
The Long Crossing
ubtle tense adjustment integrated: I stepped onto the bridge with careless stride, Each plank beneath my feet felt firm and true, The distant shore called out across the wide Expanse of years stretched farther than I knew. The sun shone bright on those first eager steps, Each day a new adventure, fresh and clear, No thought of storms that strain these planks with force, Or winds that could make even firm boards veer. But seasons changed, and clouds began to form, The planks beneath grew weathered, worn by days, What once seemed straight now shifts through the hands of time, Each step required a more careful measure. At last the bridge’s highest point was reached, Where weathered planks stretched level with the sky, Through gaps that youth had never thought to see, A flash of light from waters rushing by. Behind, the miles stretched farther than I’d known, Each early step now small against the span, Ahead, the bridge curved down through light half-grown, Where shadows gathered at the bridge’s end.
This piece explores the journey of life as crossing long bridge
MarkD
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61/M/Daytona Florida
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 10:18 AM UTC
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