Yesterday I turned forty yet I don’t feel any different from
my usual self. Some say life begins at this age but it just goes on, doesn’t
it?
Tuesday, January 23, 2018
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2 comments:
Belated Happy Birthday! I'm not sure about the "life begins at 40" or does it mean "at 40 it's sort of too late to start a new career." :)
Belated happy birthday Angeli🎂 Snowed under here in Ireland today. Lovely & white!
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