Monday, July 19, 2010

One Year Looking Up at Forty

I remember writing a poem after turning thirty-two: Eight Years Looking Up at Forty. As of midnight, I will be one year looking up at forty. Rather, I'll be looking across at forty. And I embrace it. In 2011, it will be truly a new decade for everyone and a new decade for me. A new start.

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