Stand on the edge of a cliff. One step forward you will fall to certain death. The salty air chides your throat, the wind whips your hair, the sand stings your skin all in a choreographed dance. Warning of Danger? Protecting the beauty from your prying lens? Perhaps, perhaps. Stand strong and capture the light. This all may be gone tomorrow. Your witness may be all that remains.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
9/1000 On the Edge
Stand on the edge of a cliff. One step forward you will fall to certain death. The salty air chides your throat, the wind whips your hair, the sand stings your skin all in a choreographed dance. Warning of Danger? Protecting the beauty from your prying lens? Perhaps, perhaps. Stand strong and capture the light. This all may be gone tomorrow. Your witness may be all that remains.
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