Oh! The sadness of inconsistency.

It's been years and I've not posted. Had I done even three lines everyday - it'd have been a few thousand of them by now. Alas! the sadness of inconsistency. The head of progress at the altar of the mundane. Just another sprint, in the never ending Rat Race.

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