However, only do I realize my life is perfect when, looking again through that window, I check the balance between the relaxing and obligatory tasks that characterize my life. In my perfect life, I live on a golf course, par 72, which inevitably gives me the satisfaction of hitting golf balls into devour pits of sand. At the same time, that golf course, with those pits of sand, is the same course where I can escape reality. When I finish a round of golf in the late afternoon...If you want to get a full essay, order it on our website: Orderessay
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