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HOF — I’ve reached an age where I see aging as climbing a mountain. The higher we climb, the less we have — fewer resources, narrower footing, thinner air. The climb strips us of everything nonessential, leaving only what truly matters. And it’s precisely that scarcity that sharpens our appreciation. At the summit, we can look over the vast landscape — and at the few precious things we’ve kept — and feel proud.
That’s what 37 feels like.
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