Seventy
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Music: Sarabande. Subscribe to this site on Substack |
Seventy's a time of golden light. Evening can be scented as night nears. Vanity dissolves in whispering air Even as the inner fire burns bright. Nor does one's deep foundation need repair: The loves of friends and family are still there, Yet solid with the weight of well-lived years. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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