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Thursday, June 22, 2006


They perch like birds. Light, delicate, heads cocked to one side as they strain to hear an increasingly silent world. They flit, they fuss, but things are becoming slower, simpler. And I wait longer, patiently, to catch a glimpse of the spark I remember.

Age is crushing in more ways than one.


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