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Since this morning, a song has been playing in my head with the line, “my twentieth autumn is driving me crazy.” I first heard it when I was about thirteen and thought: I wonder if my twentieth autumn will drive me crazy too?

And now it’s already my fortieth—though summer, actually—and two times twenty, but I seem to be doing fine.

Probably because, throughout my life, I’ve almost always met very good people. Thank you all so much.