{{{I am speaking for myself. TS has her own unique take on the world, and I respect her for that}}}. In 3 years, I will be 55 years old and undoubtably marveling at the cliche bantered around in the 1990’s marketing campaign (by some insurance company)… “freedom 55”. I made it, despite the challenges I had growing up in a less-than-ideal (no shit) household. Once I met TS and galavanted around Vancouver, Delta, Burnaby,…, I was on the mend. I really am trying to keep my heart and mind open as I age. TS and I are moving out of the city and playing around on the farm, with a small village (Lion’s Head, ON) as an intermediate step. Here’s a dashcam image of what I saw driving into our new hometown:
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