I wake on my birthday to furious wind buffeting the tree outside my
place. It's not yet five am. There are no other sounds. All quiet except
for the hum of the computer and intermittant sounds of the soft
scraping of leaves being blown on the concrete pavement. I've had most
of the coffee in the pot, well, one more half cup this time without
milk. I've lived this sixty-three years as authentically as I could with
the intention to do no harm and to give back more than I receive. I
have no plans to celebrate & look forward to a future that is, I
hope, extra-ordinarily extraordinary.
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