No matter how long I live, if I don't run out of time and my flesh never fails me, of what desire is there in living among younger people unknown to me? Does anyone expect the pains and aches will forget me? Can I expect the young will want to jump fences with me? Time fools us all, even as we speak.
There is a new day coming upon rising.
Wednesday, September 9, 2020
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