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Seventy-Four years old this past September 20th.

The years went bye so very fast but I think I'll last

several more and this is what I have to say about

the elegance of time.

 

Time is one of life's valuable commodities. Don't

take time for granted. Let what drives you be the

knowing that the clock is ticking.

Time dies, life goes on and the minute you think

the past was better, your present is second-hand

and you become vintage.

 

We are all just stories in the end, just try to make

yours a good one, eh?

 

"Life will send you whatever experience you

need to stimulate the evolution of your consciousness."

Eckhart Tolle

Jon York 2022

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