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Marcus pulled short before the edge of the cliff.

Bits of rock and dust sailed off the edge; Marcus had never heard the rocks land.

Popping off his bike, Marcus slowly kneeled, then crawled, moving to the edge.

As dust slowly entered his nose, Marcus slowly made it a little over the edge.

The view made him wince - a cliff face was clearly seen over the edge; below was only clouds.

Smiling with determination, Marcus slowly backed away from the edge, stood, and walked his bike away from the edge.

Pausing to refocus on his goal, Marcus dusted his shirt off and got back on his bicycle, and thought about his family, and continued backing up the bike.

Memories of a wife, now passed away, gave him pause.

Too, his children, now grown and living in other states, gave him pause.

He thought well of them, and closed his mind to other distractions.

Now focused, Marcus finished backing his bike to the top of the hill.

Sitting on the seat, the wind seemed to pick up; Marcus smiled to himself, lifted his left leg, and pumped.

One, two, one, two, the wheels turned mercilessly; small rocks were destroyed in his path.

As he got to the edge, he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and lifted slightly on the handles.

And soared.

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