There is no doubt in my mind that within five years I will be living in England or France; this past week has shown me that I am hale and hearty enough so as to have some sort of "reset" button. I have done everything in life wrong so far, but I have a second chance. I will live my second half enjoying the crisp, clear oxygen of Autumn as I did while a youth visiting the Shenandoah Valley; it will be new and exciting, and this time I will succor it without the fog of stupification I have found myself in up until now. It's a slow grind. But I'm getting there.
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