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[sloughing]

"By this time he had his arms around me and was thumping me enthusiastically on the shoulders. 'You look fine, not a day older,' and I said, 'Nor do you,' and he said, 'That's true; that's the way you and I are. We don't get older, we just get riper. Do you still love life the way you used to, and love people the way you did? I watched you and

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[oddeyes]

I am recommending then poem "Then Time" by Robert Hass. If you're bored and like poetry.