...all of a sudden, halfway up the tree, the squirrel remembered how to dance. He remembered that all things dance in their own way. Lifting and spinning his perfect body midair, all the lost and forgotten nuts and berries and love poured back into his tired soul.
Scurrying up the rest of the tree took much less time than he thought it would.
That's how I cycle to work. More or less :)
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Delete12.5 km one way twice a day. I have to make it fun some how :)
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