This was a note I found on a scratch piece of paper from a training class in Denver I had to take a few years back. Thought it was fun.
"It was a hatchery of sorts not really where it should have been. Tall buildings and a choir of tires singing of the pavement. But it was a hatchery none the less and the morning duns let me know that I really wasn't that far away from where I really longed to be."
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