walked a tightrope, he felt like a tightrope walker who, despite a beginner, had the courage to make his first bold venture into the void deeper into the crevasse steeper, where even the ' weed had the audacity to to firmly establish any of its fine roots.
were days when the discussions were fueled by dissatisfaction, the desire to do likewise to that of can not do.
were just like other days, diverted from the tedium of everyday life in which swallow reassuring words and actions became really the first stage of digestion and certainly not desirable.
ropes of those who, like her, lent her current life to the art of tightrope walking, are dwindling in strength to walk, the injury if left untreated, up to break.
But the fall reflected Miss Wilson, could also be a leap into freedom, not just a mere bow omnipresent gravity.
clutched his shoulders, as if a chill had the route, and measuring the satisfaction of his eyes alight on the interior contours of his house, grabbed a single idea: waiting for a break that is not the courage to jump in open arms.
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