I was on the road since 2.15pm. And I only managed to get home at 1.45am. It was such a long yet meaningful journey as I was falling in and out consciousness in the car. At this age, it definitely took a toll on me. I had so little sleep for the past week especially the last 3 days. But when you think back of the morning breeze on your face as you gaze into the serene view of the paddy fields from the hill, oh well, it was worth the trip.
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I really don't know your story. But once I saw a full grown German Shepard getting run over by a rather large truck about 50 meters in front of me and that image stay with me for ages.
BTW the dog lost one of it's paws and he is still alive. I went back day after day and check until I saw him