Junction

New York City, deflated balloon, bouncy house, man texting, cross street, Nida Chowdhry, blog, writer

Here I am at a junction, as is everyday that we choose to live. A junction, a moment, a choice, a choosing of how to proceed. How will I proceed? The words hang over me, in the moment. The words hang in me, in my blood.

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