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The Tightrope Walker

The tightrope walker knew he’d be dead soon; he noticed too late that somebody had meddled with the wire.

Still, he kept a smile on his face and calmly glanced down on the streets dozens of feet below him, forgetting the fear, forgetting himself, forgetting his mother’s constant reminders that his profession would be the death of him.

It didn’t matter, because at that moment he knew he was walking towards eternity.

 

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