The Ride
The ride jerks forward and her hands fly up not from bravery, but because she saw me watching.
I’m standing just beyond the railing, half in line for the next phase, half frozen in the knowing that this one, this exact ride, was a threshold.
The kind with laughter that splits the air and quiet sobs that only surface when the world keeps spinning and you’…
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