Driving home in the dark, I smell freshly turned earth.
I am somehow fifty.
My son’s first year of life was five years long.
It’s like when we are knitting, and the piece is seven inches long for ages and then all of a sudden nine.
Driving home in the dark, I smell freshly turned earth.
I am somehow fifty.
My son’s first year of life was five years long.
It’s like when we are knitting, and the piece is seven inches long for ages and then all of a sudden nine.
Out of Babel Books 
Any other words of wisdom for those who soon to be hitting that goal mark too?
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IDK, I just got here! 😀
I do think the time-going-faster thing is good news as we decline physically. But you’ve already suffered a lot, so you can tell me more about that.
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Sadly, being a diabetic for so long definitely has prematurely aged me.
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Ha! that is curious.
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