
It starts out well. A clear path ahead, sunlight spilling softly across it. But as you walk a little farther, you begin to encounter muddy stretches, scattered rocks, potholes, and mountains to climb. The road Iβm on is long, rough, and winds too much. Sometimes itβs so narrow I have to squeeze my way through; [β¦]
Every Day Is a Winding Road


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