Journey

Mon, 10/08/2018 - 14:13 -- ngopes

It wasn’t too long ago… On the mountain cliff,the Horse shoe shape steel hangs 70 ft out,Like a pier extend into the sea.Both ends anchored deep into the rock.The clear glass walkway molds into the shape.The wind moans under the glass railing.Sun casts a long shadow, asthe winding river follows its course below. …fresh memories still linger in my mind.  

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