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Thirty More Years
When I was a young man, grown up at last, how large I seemed to myself! I was a tree, tall already, and what I had not yet reached, I would yet grow to reach. Now, thirty more years added on, I have reached much I did not expect, in a direction unexpected. I am growing downward, smaller, one among the grasses.
from Entries (1994) Wendell Berry
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