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In the black of the tunnel we're traveling, we are walking on a thin rail. I extend my arms to hold by balance; I feel like I'm flying. Your voice fades in the distance though I can still hear the resonance of my name. It's dangerous in these tunnels. In the black and cold I feel so alone, I'm afraid to fall. I feel a hand connect with mine. The flesh is warm and the grasp is strong, and despite the odds I do not fall but instead land in arms that push me back up. The hand pulls me along the dark and dreary path. On my journey I have nothing but this hand and your voice. I feel like I'm flying.