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In my dreams, I stand upon the cliff's edge,
toes dangling in the breeze.
I fling myself into the air and soar.
Sometimes I do a Wile E. splat
and like the coyote,
I get up and do it all again.
I survive the tortures of my mind,
what is there to fear in life?
There is a new book review at
I am going to start an online writers' group.
If you are like me and
can't seem to get out of your own way,
stop back over the weekend to see what I'm doing.
Write a story in exactly 55 words.