I once read a book by a guy who turned fifty, went to circus camp trained to be a trapeze artist most difficult lesson to learn was to let go of the bar simple concept; if you don’t let go you don’t fly the metaphor…

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In the winter of 1849 – or so we think – the wooden bones of The Terror were finally broken. Encroaching ice claimed this stubborn blight on a wild frozen sea without remorse. Those still seeking its shelter were doomed to walk stark glacial landscapes…