The strange melancholy of a birthday steals over me. Reflection, the philosopher living uninvited in my head, asks "Is this it? Did too many moments pass me by?" I can do nothing but tell the voice to be quiet and do what my heart tells me to do. For tomorrow it means the end of sloth and gluttony. I'm more than ready.
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I'm a little late but I did remember. Hope it was grrreat! hugs and smooches
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