Woodlands, 51 km. It's been raining. Life's been draining. Even my ceiling's weeping. An old problem that was gone, has returned.
It's so easy to just lie down and vegetate. But I get up anyway to clear the cobwebs from my mind and dust from my body. So I cycle.
Same route, same distance, for so long. But still refreshing.
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