The time is coming.
I can hear it snickering back there, back where? Not to far away…And if the wind catches it the right way, it whispers to me, cold and clammy, and I cannot believe, CANNOT BELIEVE that old age is coming.
I will lose my mobility.I will lose my freedom.I will lose my mind.I will lose my friends to cancer, heart disease, stroke, and
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