A quiet night to walk with the company of the symphony of crickets. Much thoughts.

Returning to base had been late as I have somehow managed to make my time more well-used in evenings. Having seen dearie well-relieved with a deep backrub, she should be able to rest well tonight and feel better tomorrow.

Trotting in the night, alone to my ride does keep thoughts surfacing up in my mind: how can I harness this blessed gift in shutter to make it gainfully advantageous to myself? It is a path that I have to carve out on my own.

I have to make this path successful. Failure is not an option.

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