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TURN BACK I am on the edge of nothing. One step and I could fly. Once. But these boots are planted in love, and no wild stampede of thoughts can unroot them from this bedrock, toed in cracks of granite at the brink of this cliff. I will turn back from the edge of nothing. I will turn back for all of you. I will turn back. I turn back. © 2004 by Richard W. Todd |