Taking a long breath, you walk down the steps, in the moonlight, to the pier, where the ship bobs at anchor. Or perhaps you stand at the top of the steps, considering.
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The steps are old and well-worn, smoothed and curved by
feet, just beginning to be treacherous when wetted, not
quite offering to a boot what they might.
One of these days the city should replace them, or
point them up.
Taking a long breath, you walk down the steps, in the moonlight, to the pier, where the ship bobs at anchor. Or perhaps you stand at the top of the steps, considering.
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