- …..she harbored an ocean of fear deep inside her core about crossing the river. That was perfectly understandable, though, wasn’t it? The river was wide and roaring and menacing, and she was none of those things; she was petite and bashful and non-threatening. The river was a dynamic force of nature, and she scarcely registered a blip on that transcendent scale. The river thought nothing of taking a person’s life, and a heinous thought such as that never once crossed her mind. Yet she had to do it anyway. She had to cross that angry, frothing river. She just had to! There was no other alternative. If she got caught up in the river’s wildly gyrating vortex, she might die. If she chose to remain on this bank of the river indefinitely, she WOULD die. In the end, after hours of intense consideration and soul-searching …..she decided it was gladly worth the risk…..
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