When I was a hundred, old memories I couldn’t share comforted me.
Time stood still like an old, well-read book lying open to a favorite passage.
But people were shadows who passed in front of me, changing into a formless ether.
When I was a hundred, I was fearless.
C.R.G
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One and a half? Less than two. It only takes a couple of hours at most to get there. Once we're there, it’s always ten, fifteen, or sometimes twenty degrees cooler than it is at home. 8668 feet. I looked it up. That’s why it’s
Old men standing in place on a forgotten corner, pulling the time of their lives through the neck of a gin bottle.
I can remember when not too long ago, at night, I used to dream. Close my eyes and visualize all the things I'd seen, all the things I want to be, and what the future brings. I'd dream of living happily, and all the good I&