I’m not afraid of heights, but lately it feels like I’ve been standing on the edge of a cliff, one foot dangling precariously over nothingness, transferring my weight from what is rooted in the ground to what is completely unknown. Like the Skywalk¬†at the Grand Canyon. All I can do is pray that in the end, if I have faith in the construction, I will come down on something solid.

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