When I was a young adult, I went to the Folger Shakespeare Library for a little outdoor celebration of Shakespeare's birthday and there was an older woman there who seemed quite young to me. She had long hair and there was something about her that made me feel like she was like 19 or 20 but with gray hair. It was amazing to me. She was many decades older and probably near the end of her at that time present day life, but the universe made it seem as if we were the same age. She was a stranger. I didn't even converse with her, but she made such an impression on me.
Now I could be the older one, and she could already be reborn as a young person. Isn't it funny.
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