Sweating and swearing, wobbling down the path. We defied our odds that day. That year.
The leaking faucet kept pouring, dog kept whining, cat kept scratching, and we kept pushing.
The time was drawing near. Commitments chasing our procrastination, and blind ambitions slapping us into readiness.
The memory was picture perfect.
We struggled and laughed at our sweating, laughed past hoarded tears. We laughed as we struggled knowing we were getting somewhere.




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