It is interesting to be back in the place where we first began our foothold last year.
Merely glancing at myself in the mirror because time and pressure dictate brevity, I note the golden-red sunburning and pumped-up shoulders with chest swelling strong and assured from underneath a black, sweaty tank top.
I may be carrying more weight around the middle now than back then, but my being’s core impetus is at last beginning to influence my surrounding circumstantial environments.
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