So, starting into another week, I wish for all of us to follow that inner voice. Even when it means to begin again. And again. This story is yet another one, proving it'll be worth it. As long as we don't forget to dance. Of course.
P.S. The secret remedy from last post, actually no secret but black radish with honey, has worked miracously good. The coughing has almost completely left the Fishbowl.
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