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The year begins and I am ready
Tasks are being set but I am ploughing through
I find myself in uncommon territory and seek to find a paths
Design Construction
Regeneration begins
Masterplan develops
I set up camp in Amsterdam and really make myself at home with the locals.
I make a major slip and the progress of this year is dangling in front of my eyes.
Tasks are piling up and a mountain is emerging to climb.
I see a stream of hope and run towards it - an uncommon path but progress and development is being made.
I began to doubt not only my ability but my journey leaving me in a place of isolation
I began to stumble in my continual pursuits
But there seem to be so
much more helping hands
sfter each fall
But there seem to be so
much more helping hands
sfter each fall
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