On Reflection.
Like a dog waiting for its master to come home, in the last few minutes of a long day, trapped inside with nothing more than a bowl of water, as the garage door opens and excitement oozes out of the furry little creature, each trip I take on this bright blue and green ball around the sun beckons me, towards the end of the year, to forget every challenge I’ve survived in the preceding 11 months and... »
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