What makes you think I didn't have a good day? The half that I spent up to my ankles in swamp water, or the half where I was fighting my way between close-growing, bramble-covered pines while trying to keep to the same bearing *and* count my pacing? It was a blast, and I am in no way exhausted and defeated by life.
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branchandroot
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Date: 2007-03-09 10:50 pm (UTC)