Finish a Life
It takes a lot more to finish life than I imagined when I was fourteen. I didn’t anticipate all the energy required to weather chaos and change, or the little bit of crazy I would have to become to go to work each day. There are fewer and fewer of us - people born in the twentieth century. And every day more arrive into this growing, yet shrinking world. It seems so strange any of us must struggle just to keep living.
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