Sometimes life is like a series of slip and falls. The challenge is getting up each time after the last fall. Did the last few years happen; or was it a series of gauzy vignettes that dissipated like puffs of smoke into the prevailing breeze? The purely cognitive me knows that time has passed, and so circumstances and life must have changed. But the wistful me wishes I could awake a little more spry and with less grey hair to muse what the (bright) future will bring.
For right now, it seems that everyone has scattered to their respective corners, licked their wounds, and resumed the fight. Absolutely fascinating...........
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