Between birth and death, there’s a lot of time to fill. Never enough, but more than is imaginable. Half centuries, decades, years, months, weeks, hours, seconds ticking on into the other. When you’re lucky. It takes a lot to sustain life on this precarious human anthill we call, Earth, but if you’re really fortunate, born in the right time to parents who got there on the backs of their forepeople, or you’ve worked hard enough, or tripped over good fortune, you get some downtime.
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