Walking on a highway

Walking on a highway

I could totally just step on that bridge.
Usually I don’t do it with this kind of purpose, but perhaps it’s a refreshing realization.

People on this earth are moving too fast.
Even now, I admit that I’m writing three blog articles at a time, trying to keep up.

But when I stand on that highway bridge, all the worries of this world, of my life, of my heart, dim down. I can finally take a breath.

It…

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Holding a breath

Anne looked after him as he strode away, and sighed. Gilbert was friendly — very friendly — far too friendly. He had come quite often to Green Gables after his recovery, and something of their old comradeship had returned. But Anne no longer found it satisfying. The rose of love made the blossom of friendship pale and scentless by contrast. And Anne had again begun to doubt if Gilbert now felt…

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"I MEAN, WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?"

2ndhand-embarrassment:

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TRUTH.