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  • She walks up to what she believes in the edge of the world. Just for a moment to write a postcard. She picks out the one she bought just for him. She doesn’t no what to say, so she looks out to the sea.

    She sees so many different colors, blue, green, yellowhttp://cowbird.com/people/#, and several hues she has never seen before. Waves are rolling in, crashing against the earth’s surface creating new particles that are just beginning. She wishes that she could be a rock that gets slowly shaped by the explosive waves.

    But then again, maybe it would be best to be the wave that crashes into the sand creating it’s own designs but at times lulls the world asleep.

    She picks up a pen and writes “hey stranger, just thought you’d like a cliff side postcard, wish you were here.” She reads it back and knows it doesn’t say what it needs to. So she lifts it high into the early evening sky and watches it fly away with the seagulls.

    She lies back against the grass that is still wet from the middle of the day rain showers that came to cleanse the earth.

    Looking high above the clouds, she sees only blue and birds. She wants so desperately to fly away with them. She has always been jealous of the freedom of a bird. They never have known fear. Even from birth they are fearless. She looks over the edge and sees baby seagulls, chirping, learning how to fly, and sitting so high above the earth. She thinks about how they feel the breeze as they glide along, never becoming afraid. They take chances. Little birds might fall from the sky when learning how to fly but their wings grow strong. They can fly away into the vast blue with only their hearts to guide them.

    She picks out another post card. This time she write simply his name at first, stops, adds a comma, and begins writing about the birds learning how to fly and how they take chances. The birds have the freedom but with a nest and a mate to come back to. She draws a heart and stops.

    She knows that what she just wrote really said I miss you but I need to take chances. I’m scared but I want to come back to you and I want to know your there for me.

    She knows she is too afraid to love. She writes in code. Wanting to say that she is afraid too and perceptions are not people. Looking at the postcard, she knows that he might understand what she secretly wants to say. At that the postcard falls from her fingertips. She watches it.

    She then thought she could fly like the seagulls. Leaning over the edge her heart is beating. Knowing that if she does not fly that she would fall to her death. But would that be so bad.

    She is too afraid to love and to afraid to die. She thinks about all the things she does hopeful for an accident, like crossing the street without looking wishing there’s a car coming. She’s too afraid to die to take it upon herself. So she waits for fate. She snaps back to reality wondering that maybe fate does have something grand in mind for her.

    Sitting down at the edge of the earth, she takes out another postcard and begins to write. This time she writes, “ I miss talking to you, wish you were here to experience all that I’ve seen. I’ve really realized that all people are alike. We’re just too afraid to see it because if we do, we might find ourselves.” She begins to write her name Gin…..but stops. This is exactly what she feels and wants to say. Then the fear sets in, to afraid to love. She knows that this clifff side postcard might be her chance. He could believe what she wrote or turn away.

    A raindrop falls onto the postcard. She stands up just to let the it fall. She doesn’t watch it this time but begins on the path a few have selected on the cliff high above the sea of many hues. She wants to get home before it begins to rain. But then thinking, so what if I get rained on, maybe it will cleanse me like the earth and I can start again. Unafraid of loving and dying. She looks one last time out to the sea and wonders if anyone will ever read those cliff side postcards.
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