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"The Second Bridge of Antioche Close"
When Secondbridge was built,there was rejoicing in the lands.Her belltowers ringing a cacophony of welcome,Antioche Close had arrived. It had made somehow transversable the chasm,which,for as long as its recorded history can recall had separated its West side from its East.For ages known it had been a void which mentally and physically had kept the city divided.
The gap had indeed been crossed many times,ideas being frequent travelers,but music-oh yes,music-was by far the visitor most noted by the citizenry,its fluid embassy uniting those whose names remained a mystery,one side to another.
Long considered the jewel of all the Cities of the Plains,or at least by her own perception,Antioche Close had reveled in its own dichotomy.It looked inward always,its focus keenly on its own interests and on the gap between its halves.
It was perhaps this self fascination which,in contrast to its proud assumption that it was the New Jerusalem,had somehow clouded its ability to see that,after all,a bridge was quite a simple thing indeed. In fact,when first she boasted of her engineering marvel to her neighbours,she learned quite quickly that they all had,to a one,many bridges,and those for many years.
Therefore,to appear less foolish in her own eyes,if not in those of her neighbours,she decreed to name her new construction Secondbridge.Her neighbours gave a chuckle at this deceit,for they had learned,long before Antioche Close ever could,that it is better to build ones bridges facing out,rather than within.
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