Jessica Goodwin Photography
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I stumbled across a bridge on my travels. The stream below was shallow, water rippling in the cold winter breeze. It seemed so simple, all I had to do was cross. But every step closer caused my anxiety to build. Every step caused me to hesitate. A bridge into the unknown. A promise of the grass being greener on the other side. A promise of blind faith. But it was inviting… So inviting. Just cross, it seemed to call. It will be okay, it said. What you leave behind will be nothing compared to what you gain, it pleaded. And so, with a faith I had not had in what seemed forever, I crossed.

This short story is in collaboration with ECGadget.

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