When we stepped through the thick branches we saw it, the bridge to the sacred forest. It was over 1,000 feet off the ground and the wood slats were weathered. Dave and I looked at each other. Who would cross first? I knew that if I was to cross this bridge with the cocky attitude only acceptable for amatuer I would fair quite well.
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sometimes there really is no room for alot of thought, just heart. very nice take, it got me contemplating
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Hanging in the air, the question and the bridge!
Well done.
Thanks for joining in the challenge.
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Thank you Sadje!
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You’re welcome 😉
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