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40s. The age of consciousness. I embrace this self of mine, when it's harder to be deceived, when I am conscious of everything. There is tremendous peace here... Like the peace at the Equator line...
30s. Losses and gains. They do not cancel each other as in math, they just add up...My own personal luggage...
20s. Grabbing things as they come, and thinking a bit of what they are...
Adolescence. Scratching the surface of things, of me...
Childhood. Looking around, touching this and that, absorbing...
Subscriu. Și ma bucur sa aud de bine spre 40.
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Cred ca se poate trece cu o anumita gratie prin varste. Implacabilul trebuie acceptat cu seninatate...
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