The wind was gnarling with the waves breaking high against the seawall.
DCFC's New Year began playing just ahead of a silent countdown.
As fireworks went off in the distance, a Swiss army knife opened a beer for the toast.
I drank a bitter sip and felt a sudden urge to throw the bottle off into the dark waters. Instead, I offered the sea some and brought it back to the recycling bin.
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The Last Time I Saw Richard was on as I poured the remaining coffee and packed for the upcoming ride.
Picked for its symbolism, it was the ride that ended '16; now it should begin '18.
This time - perhaps it was the warmer weather, perhaps an altogether different mindset - I thoroughly enjoyed the descent.
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Deep Blue Something gave way to Natalie Imbruglia and Alanis Morissette as the endorphines of a sun-soaked five-hour ride hit me in the evening. One more day to go. This gift comes with a price. But in such moments I realize just how much I'm glad to pay the bill, time after time.
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There's a sunset somewhere every second of the day. But when one happens to watch it...
4.1.18
Nihil obstat
By/por Whiskas at/às 19:46
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