Bridge to Nowhere

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Sometimes on the bridge, you see the lush foliage and the glimmering ocean. Other times you see the bare branches and dry desert. Where does the bridge end? It’s hard to say. But somewhere it does and will stop. Meanwhile, we traverse onwards, boldly stepping across the wooden planks that make up our bridge.

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