In the autumn of the year 2071, I will be eighty three years old. I imagine looking in the mirror and finding my own eyes tucked in the thumbprint of laugh lines, crow's feet, and deep wrinkles. I grin at my reflection; sometimes I have my own teeth, but often I see a set of false ones. The other details are a bit hazy, since how I will look in
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