Life is a strange, strange thing. It's funny sometimes when you sit back and look around, and look out the window and think about where you've ended up in this life. You fill up the days with work and lunch and coffee breaks and the clock ticking down, and playing interested, and staring out the window, and holding on to focus, focus is wandering, take a breath, two more meetings, mental picture of a hazy beach, ok, half hour left, everyone leaving the office, and you can finally breathe, and the short walk home to this place, which is now home...
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