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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.
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sarah-elizabeth
25 / F / American
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Aug 23, 2014
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