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I've been away from home so long. I remember people as they were. I speak to them quite often. It seems the same. When I gaze at them now I don't recognize them anymore. I still see them as they were. I'd like to keep it that way. The future's not sure. I ask anyway. Can I keep it that way?
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 8:58 AM UTC
Old Age
I've been away from home so long. I remember people as they were. I speak to them quite often. It seems the same. When I gaze at them now I don't recognize them anymore. I still see them as they were. I'd like to keep it that way. The future's not sure. I ask anyway. Can I keep it that way?
facing older age and reality of life.
george-maris
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 8:58 AM UTC
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