Amid the brambles and bushes
It’s six a.m. The train whistle blows, signaling the day’s tasks are demanding my attention and time. The day approaches. Most days begin like this, like a golf swing – an intent, a trigger, a whoosh and a swat! Then, it’s over. Our days resemble this “get going” pace, fast, like a forging train chittering […]
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