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  • When I was a kid I used to jump the distance between these docks. It was a regular occurrence, nearly habitual in the summer. The tide would pull them in unpredictable ways so every time I returned the distance would be altered. Slightly greater, tipped askew, or nonexistent all together.
    The catch was you'd have to take them all at once, in one tumbling breath of a sprint.
    So you'd never know for sure until you were there -- brazen, daring. Paused in the air and calibrating.

    Some days, when I'm at my most antsy, I think that's all I'm looking for.
    Something permanent and surprising.
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