by bl pawelek
I took the running jump from the bright angel cliff into the void of grey snow blindness. The future's last time atom dropped at the same speed, and I felt the angels sing. Their cold breath rolled down my back and stopped me a moment. And then they let me go.
You held my hand when I hit the ground and told me the shakes would start soon.
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a snow out at the grand canyon and a neil young book
This is really lovely, bl. Great, great ending.
thank you Marcelle, you are too kind.