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Wed, 10/10/2018 - 12:07 -- ngopes

It wasn’t too long ago…

 

the seventy feet horse-shoe shape steel,

hangs from the cliff,

Like a pier extend into the sea.

Both ends anchored deep into the rock.

The clear glass walkway molds into the shape.

The wind moans under the glass railing panel,

as the winding river follows its course below.

 

…fresh memories still linger in my mind.

 

 

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