Pushing the Button and Rolling With the Punches

I’m sat at my desk, an old dining table crammed into the corner of what will become my office.. It’s still light outside. I can hear the birds chirping away. Going about their business. Free to fly around like it’s any other Wednesday.. I guess it is..
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