Poo in the face
Four weeks ago, I dragged my overstuffed suitcase through a gaggle of hooded smokers to a battered chalet door. Someone barked the code and I clumsily punched it in, falling up the step.
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Four weeks ago, I dragged my overstuffed suitcase through a gaggle of hooded smokers to a battered chalet door. Someone barked the code and I clumsily punched it in, falling up the step.
Read MoreHow often do we stop and look at our lives? Can you step back and see it objectively? I tried. I stepped back and saw several things.
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