How had he lived his whole life only seeing migrating geese above his head? His entire perspective had been so limited. But now, he could see there was so much more. It wasn’t that he’d craved that singular experience—geese hardly crossed his mind at all—but he was now aware of an endless host of things he’d yet to experience with what remained of his life (he was thirty-five, so by all accounts, he was approaching the halfway marker), and he was filled with the exhilarating urge to do them all. He wanted to watch the sun never set from the North Pole in July. He wanted to swim in equatorial
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