There is a rhythm to the days here, an ebb and flow of quiet juxtaposed with flurried activity. We wake to the quiet of the morning (or, quite often, to the sound of fireworks going off). As the high …
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Exhaust yourself in the glorious pursuit of life
There is a rhythm to the days here, an ebb and flow of quiet juxtaposed with flurried activity. We wake to the quiet of the morning (or, quite often, to the sound of fireworks going off). As the high …
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