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Date: Mon, 19 Jan 2015 15:56:39 -0500 From: “N.A. Booko” Subject: Cliffside . . I am sitting on the edge of a cliff. It is a steep drop off to the jagged rocks and sharp tree branches below. Shrill, wind swept voices yell in unison- “Jump!” “Jump!” A pulsating hauntingContinue Reading