Sunset walks.

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After a day spent captive, writing one. last. essay (!!), a sunset stroll up the hill was the perfect medicine. The sky was my favourite Bavarian pink, the air felt brand new and I returned feeling especially grateful for the fresh air coursing through my lungs and the way that, sometimes, my little neighbourhood on a hilltop feels like a great big treehouse in the best possible way.