So I’m sitting in my office wishing I could be on top of a mountain. A place where the air is cold and crisp; not unbearably cold but cold enough where the frosty puffs of air can be seen as I exhale and sip upon a fresh cup of Joe. A clearing would be nice too; I could sit on the porch and look upon the horizon and see all the hustle and bustle and chaos of the city below…


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