5pm, September 30, 2018
As I sit outside in the Sun, 400 million year old rock beneath my feet, guarding my chickens against Goshawk death from the blue sky, dozens of tiny dinosaurs fly past my chair – sparrowsaurs and wrensaurs. The setting Sun ends another day of my 27,000 days (or thereabouts) so far on this ancient planet.
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