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Life after death
On reflection
Tree rings
Twenty five years ago, my friend gave me a tree seedling, that had grown where we both worked, as a start for my new garden. It has outlived him by ten years, and will outlive me by one hundred years.
Suits me
Perhaps the time has come to shed my old image, starting over again and surprising all my friends, but no, on second thoughts, I have grown into my clothes like a second skin, and am too old to start changing now.
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