picture this
This entry was posted on Nov 20 2007
You’re standing in a patchwork of green hills. The mounds of grassy knolls and ledges surround you, dancing free and fondly in the light breeze.
*me-e-e-e-eh*
You’re looking around. The sky is clear azure, a few cotton-candy fluffs. You look at the sheet in front of you – stylised crosses and lines and contours telling you how steep the hill you’ve just climbed is.
*me-e-e-eeeh*
You’re trying to read your map as the sheep watch you with quizzical expressions. The sobering fact dawns on you that you have been racing through fields of poo in the past hour.
And you have been doing it willingly.
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How free I feel right now.