A short reading of \"American Gods\" by Neil Gaiman.
Middle Aged (35-54)
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They navigated the green sea by the stars and by the shore. And when the shore was only a distant memory and the night sky was overcast and dark, they navigated by faith. Ah, bad journey they had of it, their fingers numb and with a shiver in their bones that not even wine could burn off. They would wake in the morning to see that the horror frost had touched their beards. And until the sun warmed them, they looked like old men, white, bearded before their time.