On the eve of my 29th birthday I find myself alone and feeling reflective. At what age do birthdays begin to elicit such a response, I wonder? Certainly in my early twenties getting older was merely an excuse to celebrate. Now though, at the ripe old age of not-even-thirty-yet, at 17.58 on a Wednesday evening,…… Continue reading Twenty-nine
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