My safety net turned out to be a mess of fishing string all knotted together and hanging loose over the rocky ledge of the canyon. I held my breath and tried to salvage what I could, but it was fruitless. I left it there, like a giant’s discarded dental floss. My knees were shaky and my stomach felt funny. Vertigo was a big problem for me. ‘Good riddance!’ I thought. I was going to strike it out on my own now, no more contingency plans, no more hesitating, no more checking to see if the line was there. Look where it got me anyway, at the edge of a precarious cliff. I walked in the opposite direction of that terrifying decent and that nightmare of obligations. Feeling rather lighthearted I stared to hum a tune.
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