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My colorful illusions cloud the corners of my mind; mirages of a life long ago. More precious are these visions than all of Midas’ gold or treasure that I may ever know. The voices of loved ones, who no longer this sod tread, whisper to me softly in my ear. They’re gone but not forgotten. They’re loved both then and now; sounds that I have often longed to hear. Children, now grown and married, I see their lives again rewinding and replaying at will. So many joyous memories, so many more to add, before my time here has been fulfilled. A new love’s soft first kisses, a nervous blushing bride, and a husband’s special smile and touch, all color my illusions as I wander through my mind remembering things I love so much. I find as I grow older more time I seem to spend thinking about the things now past. How quickly was the journey from childhood to old age! It seems that “old” got here far too fast.
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