The Crawl After the Storm

My thoughts about the Pub Crawl

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A rosy-fingered dawn greeted me out of my slumber last Tuesday. As I opened my window, I could smell the promise of spring in the crisp morning breeze. Winter was almost gone here in the northern hemisphere, and I could hear the birds chirping to the rising sun.

I had planned not to write anything, but I couldn't resist the urge and began…