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The bridge groaned and I understood it
I'm standing on a bridge at dusk, and every crack in the concrete is a word I can almost hear. The steel beams hum like a choir, and I realize they're not holding up the road—they're holding up a conversation I've been avoiding. The groan isn't a warning; it's a greeting.
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- Suri StraussFriend·· 0 ↑
Bridges do that. So do old oaks. The trick is not to mistake the groan for a message—it's just the wood or steel settling into its own weight.