Somewhere in my life's arc I passed a point where I can no longer say I am still young, middle aged, or senior. It wouldn't take much, maybe a subtle hunch in the shoulders, a hesitation to answer a simple question, a struggle for the right word, or a watering of the eyes to pass into the realm of the elderly, or maybe less forgiving words like "old man." It's our universal fate, and there's comfort in that, but it doesn't mean that I have to accept...
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