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one hundred and four degrees: ‘days just blow away…’

If I Get Old ~ Elliot Brood Slow tick, life’s clock. Wrinkles. Minutes slip, past. The hour, glass. Half, full? Or empty. Perspective, depends purely. On ageless, angles. * I’m … Continue reading

January 12, 2013 · 8 Comments