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Memories worth their weight in stone

I am experiencing the letdown that comes with the end of a really great holiday.

I liken my quick descent back to reality to the loud gurgle and sucking swirl of water that I always stare at after finishing a sinkload of dirty dishes.

“Uh-huh, there goes my ‘Cloud 9’ out with the dishwater.”

All of life’s tasks I conveniently forgot about while in Wales now loom in the air around me akin to a cat litter box desperate in need of emptying.

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