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The Bridge (2)

Writer: Coert Erasmus
Coert Erasmus
3 days ago
1 min read

All the bending roads we travelled lead us to a bridge.

This bridge is grown, not built.

A breeze picked up the bridge’s aroma of fresh-cut grass.

As the breeze turns into a storm,we have to cross it.

We hope the bridge will hold and the treasure on the other side is worth it.


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