Fine,silver hair like fluff on the crown of an old man's head,
a dusty notebook where he records mundane details because mnemonics have failed him
A couple of hours spent getting to know a fragment of ninety-three years of life.
The courage to finally utter a "hi" to a dreamy senior that makes me swoon,and that indelible feeling when her face melts into the softest,most genuine smile.
The soothing after effects of a glass of fountain coke sipped out of a long,yellow straw on a sunny day and all of these things remind me,it's getting better.
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