I spend the summer nights sitting in the garden with a roaring fire, reading or staring as the wood burns gold. So much still I find in the simplicity. And before the fire burns, I am on the road with my favourite playlist and it all feels like enough. It all feels like a refresh before the restart. I am on the cusp of leaving a job I hate for good and …
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