She stood on the edge of a cliff, looking down. It was then that a gentle voice cooed to her. She recognized it as the voice of an old friend,
“Are you in or are you out?” he said. “It won’t matter either way, but the fall will be breathtaking and the view is to die for.”
Her mouth curled into a small coy smile as the wind gently whipped her hair around her face. She moved the strands from her lips before whispering in response,
“Sounds like my kind of adventure.”
“That is all life is you know. A long fall to the inevitable end. The world rushes by us in a whirl wind of colors, sights and feelings. It is out of these quick sensations that occasionally we pull out tiny scenes of breathtaking beauty. They stop our hearts and for a moment we feel the fall stop and time has frozen.”
She stepped closer to the edge, her toes hanging off. She closed her eyes and spread her arms out like the wings of a bird. She whispered again,
“Good bye old friend. See you at the bottom.”
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