It was fresh from the womb, and rather healthy looking. The plan mewled in its newfound glory, unaware of the danger approaching. Slowly, the beast crept towards the nest, keeping low in the long grasses that hid it so well. In a moment of tensed muscles and rending flesh it was over: the plan had been slaughtered and the beast enjoyed yet another meal. Reality is thwarting me again. I may be headed towards a frozen waste instead. It's not the frozen waste part that's bad, it's the distance between here and there, and the fact that they may or may not offer the languages I'm interested in, though they mentioned sponsoring trips elsewhere so perhaps my luck may hold. As far as that ambition requiring project: it's taken a twist I'd not anticipated but it seems to be going forward. I've been working my butt off for it at the expense of other things of so called importance but I believe the fruit will be worth the effort. So far the basic outline is nearing completion and my friend may have a handle on the content soon.
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