The Crossing

The weary man hears a voice. “Take a step, you can’t stay here. What comes next is on the other side.” A great horned owl appears in the dawn sky, amber eyes beckoning. A guide for his journey. Stepping onto the wooden bridge, the man sees a roaring river far below. Light and shadow dance. With a sure heart, he follows his winged companion. The comfort of the deep-green forest awaits.

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