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[title] => The Rotating Sunset
[time] => 2015-09-03 02:42:00
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[bodytext] => It gets old. The body that is.
Wisdom, a trait proportioned equation... age divided by experience.
The more you have, the more painfully it will show, and later the fewer you will want to know.
I’m circling my lessons. Learning new tricks and revisiting old vices - too tormentingly blissful to set free.
I look back at my “foolish” years as a parade of jesters, happy to entertain.
Alas, “it’s time.” All the wonders I’ve seen. All the novel-worthy people I’ve met. The deserts I've wandered and waterfalls I've leapt.
Tell your story. It’s not over. The chapters are turning. The metronome sings.
I can’t help but smile so deep my heart swells and my eyes shut.
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