And so, another decade begins . . a very different one, I hope, to the last . . . a time when it feels right to begin, what could be, a life's work. I think it's always better not to begin that too soon, with reckless abandon . . . . but to follow the signs, to read the signs, and act on them.
For hope and inspiration, here would be the place to look.
Every city has it's decade . . . . and every dog has it's day.
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