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Thirty-Five

I always thought I’d be dead by thirty-five. I don’t know where this fixation came from, what triggered it, or why I believed it, but the imagined certainty that I wouldn’t live to see forty defined my 20s and early 30s in a very real way. My friends in university would tell me to stop… Continue reading Thirty-Five

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Smoky Mountains, North Carolina

I had the chance to visit the Great Smoky Mountains National Park for the peak of the autumn foliage in 2020.