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Submitted by The Stranger

'The wind blows my hair. I’m standing on the edge again.'

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The Cliff

My eyes gaze upon the sediments falling down as my heartbeat thumped against my chest. My palms are getting clammy the longer I peer over a precipice, seeing the large blanket of snow beneath the cliff. Snow falls down my hair, then to my face while my cold hands that are hidden in my gloves battled the temperature. Warmth enveloped me with the way my sweater and jacket hugged my figure as I look up into the cloudy skies, admiring the various shapes formed in the blue canvas. I release a deep exhale before slowly stepping away from the edge of the cliff, grabbing my small basket of fruits as I walk away from the scene.

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