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It’s my own personal tradition to make sure that no matter where I am, what I am doing or what the weather is (within reason now) that I haul my sleepy person out of the warm house and out onto the January streets on the first day of the new year.

I took a brisk but relaxed two mile jog through the neighborhood in the warm winter sun.

Nothing finer friends, there’s nothing finer.

 

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