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I have a brilliant idea!
Now before you say, "Come on Fletch, we have heard this all before", I want you to imagine something. Close your eyes but keep reading. I know that’s hard but, like all great ideas, they can be a challenge. In your mind, picture a lonely country road. One side, a mountain reaches to the heavens, the other, a raging river cuts a path through a hidden gorge. The sun is rising, casting long shadows, a delicate mist rising slowly above the landscape. The only sound is water making its way downstream, punctuated by bird calls and wind rustling through an ancient forest. The air is cool, the smell of sweet orange blossom and rich earthy wood. It is as if Adam and Eve are about to doom humanity all over again. But then the sound changes..... Heavy breathing, expletives, coughing and spluttering. The smell changes from floral notes to wet socks and three day old jocks. Then a lone cyclist rounds the bend, wishing he was never born, wishing he could just stop living at that moment in time.
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