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Aug 2014
There is something so poetic
and humbling
about an old man playing with hot wheels cars
to pass the time,
to forget about growing old,
to forget that he forgets everyone around him,
even those that used to be everything.

It's peaceful and innocent,
and child-like.
Written by
Sarah Elizabeth  25/F/Washington, DC
(25/F/Washington, DC)   
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