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ML

This is a wonderful conceit, forcing us into sci-fi territory. For those of us who don't like that genre but love the reflective nature of personal essay, you've provided a unique bridge.

In it, there's a universal truth that makes aging easier: the flattening out of the roller-coaster. I'm guessing that all of us sense it, but few of us have the evidence of younger urgency, of peaks and valleys revealed in journals of our twenties and earlier. The writing habit that you forged in those days to give you this record of contrast as you age, is one of the true blessings of your life.

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