Finality

If he was honest it was a bit lonely on the precipice. Muted waves could be heard surging below, rendered invisible by the low mist.
He had driven the final nail into the final box.
It was all done now. There was no more hope, no more future, no more looking forward only downward.
The wind came up, his clothing tugged at him as if to remind him of his existence.
Surprised by the tears that moistened his cheeks he quietly took the final step into his finality.

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