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t's all too fast.
I wish I could somehow slow things down (at the same time that I am greedy and impatient for what's next). No better illustration than a dinner I had last week with an old friend from far away. Over Violette liqueur and cheese we counted years and all that's filled them since we last spoke. Thirteen or so. Has it really been so long? I do not feel that old.
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