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The precariousness of life

strikes you only as you

move through it.

Like a maze with

dark alleys and tight

turns, it careens out of control,

hoping not to hit the wall

and balances on the knife

blade of decision.

Which way should I turn?

The gravity of each choice

becomes magnified when you know

it’s life or death, or at least holds long

term consequences.


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