When do we realize we've gotten older. I imagine when friends begin to pass away. Sometimes we'll hardly know they are gone. Silence isn't always golden, especially when you know its not someone forever. But when the time eventually arrives, abruptly and pertinent, we either don't know nor care. Being remembered and dreamt of may be what its all about. Now back to that retirement and living life like its forever. sign
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