One thousand three hundred seventeen days ago, under my breath I said, in fifteen days I'm gonna be fifty-five. A moment later, I thought, in fifteen years, I'm going to be seventy. The minutes turn to hours turn to days and in a blink, thoughts of tasks and plans that once were shrugged off seem more urgent. I want to find kindred spirits with these fe…
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