It was just a passing fancy, or so they said. I'd get over it, move on with life. And they weren't wrong... Except that somehow, somehow the fancy never really passed. And as I sit here, age 92, I'm finally ready to experience it for real. And there's nobody left to stop me.
Monday, August 30, 2021
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