Lake Lewisia #1110

[scrubjayspeaks]

Middle age was a moving target, something only accurately calculated in hindsight. Sometimes, you die at twenty-five and realize that twelve was your midpoint, over the hill before acne came calling. Sometimes, you stumble into madly scientific immortality at eighty and realize that you are still but a neophyte, learning the ropes again with arthritic knuckles and reading glasses.

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LL#1110