Over the week I listened to an old man talk about how things were like when he was younger. We sat and gave him our undivided attention, sitting on kitchen chairs and taking in everything in huge gulps: his tattered white shirt, tufts of balding white hair, wrinkled brown skin, and despite all the evident signs of old age, we were entranced by the
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