Often, I think that isolation is the simplest choice.
Then I reconsider, and think perhaps I would like to be
surrounded by fields encrusted with snow
on a high peak of the Andes,
shielding my eyes against the glare to find
a rope bridge twining itself across the span
of the untried, holding out a familiar path of escape.
T-ball
11 years ago
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