Do not trust your memory; it is a net full of holes; the most beautiful prizes slip through it.
-Georges Duhamel
Please don’t feel pity for me as I document for my poor memory what my commute is like.
A blog post is not complete without a picture of a cute face, right?
My trusty bike is so rusty, but it gets so much use here. I know one day I will really miss this commute!
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