The creases on the forehead are more apparent, the sleep hours self conserved; the nights are perilously short; tempers flare, emotions blunt. The heat is on; so is the battle, and it’s time to take a detour. As I am slowly but steadily treading the unknown path, it is time to forego some of the (i)social  luxuries.

When liberty returns, I will return. – Victor Hugo

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