They stood on the bridge and thought about what came next. The slant sun warm on their backs, while the river below held its breath, waiting for their decision.
What if this is not the path we are supposed to take? He asked.
What if it is? She answered.
After leaning awhile in silence, they pulled themselves up in tacit agreement and pressed on ahead.
A Wilderness of Words 
Oh my…
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Thank you, Ronnie. You are always so kind.
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The photo reminds me a little of Edward Hopper’s paintings…. where the viewer’s eye often is lead to an uncertain point off the canvas. Of course, your image is sunny and not as ponderous. I like it.
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Thank you, Brian. I appreciate that. I’m a long-time Hopper fan. Partly, because of the stories I find in them.
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Lyrical and lovely vignette, Mary (“The slant sun warm on their backs…” is poetry!). I’d love to hear more (with musical & evocative writing such as this, I always hear it and see it).
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Thank you so much, Leigh!
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Telling a lifetime-size story in a short, lyrical stanzas and one photo. I have missed reading you š
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Thanks, Michelle. I have missed reading you, too!
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Ahhhh. What if? holds so much possibility.
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Doesn’t it just?
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Love the finding-things-out-along-the-way spirit! š
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Thank you!
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