As old age heaps, the mind
meanders back to all the
haunts, reviving the past. The
innocent days before the vile
corruption, the resurrection of
kind and mindful days where
colors were bright and the light
glistened in
Husband: Honey, can you please make my oatmeal less lumpy this morning? It is hard to swallow! Wife: She looks at him and grins. She cont...
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