I find myself standing at the edge of a vast chasm of sorts. As I look across, it is not unlike the Grand Canyon with its ragged edges and stony walls. All I can see as I look down into it is gray-black darkness. In my soul, I know this is the valley of the shadow of death. What am I doing here? How did I get here? I was just on my way to work……………
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