I continue getting messages that I am an older person: -- My body tells me so. -- Cars stop for me and let me cross the street. -- Younger folk hold doors open for me. -- Yes, yes, I know. You are as young as you feel and all that jazz. Eternal youth is required. Well, forget that! I am enjoying the graciousness of growing older. Mystery. New outlook. Release. Laughter at the decaying process as I move toward corpse and skeleton. Gone, darling! Gone! Already on the other side while walking here and there.
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