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| Advent IX. The Bridge | ||||||
| Dividing the way of the bridge at its surmounting height, for it bends upward and downward, is the stem of a tree, a saproling silver-skinned and lofty. The bridge narrows, so that each aisle admits but one. The pilgrims file along the ruddy planks, taking routes to either side, and I with them. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END (for now)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Nathan's website has other adventures, poetry, essays, etc etc. All you have to do is find them. Main Other Adventures Artwork Preview: Archemesis |
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