Bridge To Terabithia

Like being able to breathe freely when one's calling calls it, gliding into a Terabithia is supposed to be everyone's prerogative.
It is the bridges that must be willed into shaping access, entitlement, and expressiveness.

Jesse and Leslie are like those characters who have never not met; their rendezvous are reassuring for the earnest reader beyond requisites or expectations.

Here's to a tiny hidden branch, a modest creek of a stream, an unassuming arch over which to instate even a mere pedestal, for that is reasonably enough.