Better a handful with quietness than both hands full, together with toil and grasping for the wind. 'Vanity of vanities', says the preacher in Ecclesiastes; 'all is vanity.'
A year as no other (as has been the case so far), so much that was going on was not as ever before. Indeed, quarantaine and stay-at-home was our self chosen situation and in this I bloomed.
You have subscribed to CyclingCindy because you are interested in cycling. Yet cycling is the least that I can offer you now, this is no story about cycling adventures you are going to read. Instead it is what I am able to do because I stopped cycling (although this is old news).
Over the years I transformed from a traveler going from city to city to one who’s avoiding them. Simply because cities are stressful, where nature is powerful. I guess age has to do with it as well?
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Finally I found time to give my creativity a proper outlet.
Do you know that fur of a dead rabbit comes off as easily as plucking hairs from a hairdresser’s floor. Another thing to keep in mind is that when creating artwork after you have collected several different furs you better have enough for you might not find another dead animal with the same fur-coat. Something else interesting, the gland of a skunk is not always activated when the poor creature is caught by a car and so I can give it a haircut without having its stench flowing up my nostrils. Kneeling down a bloody body of a nutria is perhaps not every cyclists wish, I merrily cut some of his hairs.
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