Thirty-five years
of love
of pain
of suffering
of joy
of friends
of you
of me
of this world
of this
of my mind
of this space between my ears
of stumbling
of candles
of cake
of pizza
of beer
of all that is
of all that will ever be
thirty-five years
of existence.
The Hungry Dog's Lair 
Thirty-five was just the beginning of the rest of my life. I was divorced at thirty-six, and lived my single twenties in a different era having married so young. At fifty-four next month, I have to say, as frantic as the past seemed, there was so much more wonder in the future. 🙂 Happy Birthday.
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Thank you for your kind words and reading my work. While I certainly hope that I am not divorced at 36 I do feel as though I have a great deal of life ahead of me and I think the best is still yet to come. Fifty-four sounds like a dream to me. 🙂
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