When I entered mid-life around age 38,
I began to dream of a beautiful young man
I saw lying at the bottom of a lake.
Looking at him from the shore,
I knew that man was me.
I couldn't decide, should I save myself,
or just walk away?
R E A D M O R E
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FROM THE NIGHT WINDOW SERIES
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