Walking on the Shards of Shattered Dreams
It’s my birthday in about an hour, and I will turn 56. Year markers themselves stopped having their significance for me after 50. I realized the scam of it all by then. >Your 20s were supposed to be the best years of your life–they were my worst. .>Your 30’s? Uh oh! You are close to […]
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