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...seemed like a turning point.

Last night I dreamt
I was thirty-four again.
It really wasn't so long ago,
a pleasant age to be.

I had just enough life experience
which would soon lend itself nicely
to uncovering the wisdom I'd need
for the remainder of my life.

Also when I was thirty-four,
the tide had already begun to turn
on our Twentieth Century illusions
and was headed back out to sea.

I think I knew by thirty-four,
and maybe even a year earlier
at the tender age of thirty-two,
my radical but ordinary odyssey
was only just beginning.

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We don't receive wisdom;
we must discover it for ourselves after a journey
that no one can take for us or spare us.
~ Marcel Proust

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