Aging is an extraordinary process, where you become free to be the person you always should have been – David Bowie.
Sometimes I wish I was a gardener. Admittedly, it’s a fleeting wish, but occasionally it does flit across my mind. I love the look of a lovingly tended garden, whether wild, wacky, or manicured, but I don’t love being the one making it like that. Actually, I do have a wild garden, but it’s wild …
Some of this. And some of that.
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