But now, closing in on a half-centurian (not the half horse-half man thing, the 50 year old thing), I feel it more strongly and in different ways. I feel like the cloud, turned inside out. My silver lining, exposed thus to air, is tarnished, splotchy green, unappetizing if not down-right ugly.
Crap. Crap. Crap. How I feel. Against all I do, it is still how I feel.
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