Ready, set, glide

September 23, 2010
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This is it
I’m walking across the thick rope
Sirens come from below
One little mistake
And my world could come crashing down
The turbulent wind wiping my hair
The smell of the city encircles my nose
Gasps from worried people below whisper in my ears
It’s now or never
Inhale deeply
And ready

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