I do not balk at the pain and, I enjoy the walk, amongst the green; and find someone, to share five minutes time with, as we talk of what actually might mean something real, before I carried onward and homeward, the left hip causing me to wince, since I've walked up the hill without stopping; yet, I manage that last stretch, with a smile on my face, before finally sitting on my bed cross-legged to type, of forty odd minutes spent -- at my Perfect Place.
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