Category: Idle musings of a muddled mind
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Time Passages
I tell you what, this getting old thing is relentless and has changed the way I think. There are endless euphemisms of course, usually employed in some desperate attempt to avoid the ‘old’ word: The Golden Years, Well Seasoned, Experienced, Mature. My ass! The word is ‘old’. Time to embrace it.
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Micro Glimmering
I told you he was eighty, his body the predictable vestibule for things that ache and break in any eighty year old. But he wasn’t eighty, nope in that moment he was twelve, if even for just few minutes he was the twelve year old boy who had always loved being Silly.
Tony with a capital T 