What I thought was the sound of beautiful church bells was really the sound of a single bell, signalling the end of a round in the ring of life.

Maybe the last round; maybe not.

Or, worse still, maybe the first.

Been there, done that.

Down, not out, yet, not quite.

The question now is . . .

Am I still there, doing that?

To which the only possible - and accurate - answer has to be:

We'll see.

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