Stepping Stones

Life is a series of stones, I’ve come to believe. Some solid. Some cracked to the bone. Some hidden. Some known.

One step, two step, red step, blue step.  Blind step, new step.  

“I’m afraid,” I say, “you step.”

His response, “I step. You step.”

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