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the aging process

Happy birthday to me

So, I’m thirty. Seems like about time. I feel thirty. Not young, not old. Much like twenty-nine, or thirty-one, but just a little bit neater, wrapped up with a bow. I don’t see much significance in the number. I wondered if I would once it changed, but I don’t. I’m sure that over the next… Read More »Happy birthday to me