480 Months
decades
My neck feels like a large tree limb on an aging tree supporting the weight of its dead secondary branches. Of course I’m projecting but I have no doubt that the tree hurts. My head is heavy and full of life, memories, leaves, and twigs. My 40th birthday is now 6 months in the past; a lifetime for an infant, a drop in the bucket for an adult. How silly …
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