On Growing Old-er
First, 40 came and went and *CRASH* I collided into 41. Didn’t want to. Dang birthdays. I began noticing those
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First, 40 came and went and *CRASH* I collided into 41. Didn’t want to. Dang birthdays. I began noticing those
I’m F A L L I N G A. Part. at the seams…or so it seems. I don’t mean to