I turned 40 not long ago. That fact alone seems rather surreal and not quite possible. Statistically speaking then, I’m about halfway through this life. True, I may not be quite at the halfway point. In fact, if I turn out to be one of those bizarre cases, it could be that I’m only a third of the way through. Or it could be that I’ve expended two-thirds or better of the time I’ve been given. We never know. But for the sake of this posting, let’s settle on half. English: Stack of books in Gould's Book Arcade, Newtown, New Sout…
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