It was my birthday last week. Fifty-three! I keep forgetting I’m in my fifties. I turned fifty during the lockdown. I had a party. People wore masks and sat in my yard at a distance. It was actually really fun. Still, it didn’t feel real because of the strange liminal nature of the lockdown. It happened in a parallel time.
Or maybe it’s just weird to be…
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