Breakdown to Breakthrough
- Philip Bradbury
- Nov 30, 2022
- 1 min read
The key in his back, wound each day by duty and habit, turned relentlessly. The rising sun’s welcome drew up the curtain of dew, revealing bowed maize, glistening trees, chattering birds. He saw only paperwork, never complete. Daily the key, not he, drove him forward.
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