Dawn was still far off, and I continued to stand there, nervously exhaling thick smoke. It seemed that the bridge and the fog were reflections of my soul, frozen in anticipation of something that would probably never happen. Suddenly, a soft, barely perceptible touch on my shoulder pulled me out of my thoughts.
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Sometimes simply looking up from what’s around you, can change your view on things!
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