I grow old, I grow old, I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers and walk upon the beach, and hear the mermaids singing each to each …
T S Eliot
Meh. 49. Big deal.Just a number, right?
I still feel 29 on most days. Guess I’m lucky.
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