Trek into the future

A plan is a plan is a plan. This one screeches to an end in ten months.

I feel like I’m driving down a snowbound road without chains on my tires. I can only really view the slush in front of me. Shangri-La, way down the way, is there, I know it, but no one can yet glimpse it.

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