Some days weigh heavy upon us, leaden with worries and burdened by promises and commitments made. We hold the sky aloft, fight the good fight and keep the end at bay whilst we hope for respite. Of those days, some days we cry out to the heavens and wait till Atlas can share the load. Some days, it is more than we can bear and it all comes crashing down. And we hope unlike humpty dumpty we can put it all together again. And some days, the hardest of days, are attritional days, days made for a gradual grind and the slow inexorable march of progress, a water and mountain day.
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