The Authentic Eclectic

Birth on the Bridge

My story of holding on and letting go

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I find myself at that bridge a couple of times a year now. The salty tears no longer accompany me. Reflections in the water and those in my mind bring me peace. The locals in Palm City, Florida called it the new bridge. I called it my bridge. My devotion to it never wavered.