Autumn.
A time for reflection.
Another spring and summer gone.
March, and the hopes and plans it brings every year, long forgotten.
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Autumn.
A time for reflection.
Another spring and summer gone.
March, and the hopes and plans it brings every year, long forgotten.
He had been sure that he had one sachet of sugar left somewhere in his tattered rucksack.
Self-discipline when it comes to chocolate has never been a strength of mine.
My mum has always said that chocolate would be my undoing.
I step outside dazed, confused for a moment, close my eyes against the suns ever warming rays.