Reflections and Vision


The gradual, then sudden reality of age brings with it an almost inaudible rustling of air. The mind and spirit reluctantly sense the whispered message: I’m past my allotted three-score and ten, and the chaotic chatter of existence has become a somehow beautiful but discordant melody mixed with both joy and melancholy. It’s a time when looking both ways - backward and forward - presents a wrinkled but seemless tapestry of hopes and memories, filled with regret, gratitude, joy and the ever-present unknown 

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