Crossing bridges 

Literally:

I live across the river from Saint Louis, which is where my law office is located, so I cross a bridge pretty much everyday. When I was a little girl, I was so afraid of them, but now I look forward to crossing bridges in the later part of my day, because it means I’m headed home. 

Figuratively:

I’ve burned some bridges, rebuilt them, and cautiously attempt to cross them. Some days I can, and others not so much. You gotta pay the troll toll sometimes. 

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