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First Crossing

Learning about death: Every low cable loosely tied to its midsection barely keeping the bridge suspended. Learning about birth: Every beginning gate of metal means a cold new start and end. Learning about myself: Every imperfection in the road, the rusting cables and twisting rusted metal. Learning about my uncle: Every hefty cement base, most forgotten about but most important piece. The first time I crossed, I wasn't alone; We crossed

First Crossing

Learning about death: Every low cable loosely tied to its midsection barely keeping the bridge suspended. Learning about birth: Every...