I’ve been struggling for words.
There’s something that I feel as though I should say for this big day.
Something fantastical and grand!
But there’s nothing there.
Nothing to surpass any sort of expectation that someone may have set by now.
After fifty days, you can’t be surprised.
I’m not.
So I hope you liked your day fifty.
Or at least, I hope you managed.
Until tomorrow.
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Micah Mabey
