Halfway

Halfway, almost exactly in the middle of the bridge a pair of shoes, leather, recently polished, were set neatly on the walkway, toes pointing to the east, towards new sunrises, almost defiant against the current of the river, splashing loudly over the smoothed stones who knows how many feet below.

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