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  • As I walked my way to the bus stop this morning, drizzle lacing the air with a fine mist, my mind raced. I felt as if there was something I was forgetting, some thought slipping away from me like a snake in the grass, toying with me before it pounces.

    I brought this into the forefront and tried to decipher my thoughts, tried to capture that wily snake. I realised 2 things. I hate work. I know I have to do it but I don’t like it, it drains me sometimes to the point of exhaustion. However it provides me with the means to survive, and thus without work I would not live.

    My next thought however brought a tear to my eyes. I thought of my partner. Her beautiful eyes, her long lush hair. The way she presses her head into my chest when we hug, so close sometimes it feels like she should be a part of me. The main thing that hit me was that if I got to the end of my path in life and the last person I spoke to was Kat and the last thing I said was "You are my Kitty Kat" I would be able to die a happy man...
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