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[Sep. 8th, 2014|11:26 am] |
“The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.”
-Robert Frost
And another year has come and gone marking the anniversary of my first breath. I'd forgotten it until just today, three days after the fact. There are times when time has no meaning, after all. Thirty-six is hardly a landmark, but I suppose that each day that we wake with breath in our lungs and our body above six feet of ground is an event to be celebrated. |
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