I want to grow old
with someone, she says.
you tell her it's too late.
you're already there.
we both are. but take my
hand, sweet friend.
let's take a stroll.
let's feed the ducks
at the lake.
bring bread, bring your
cane, bring a camera,
after this day, we'll
never look the same.
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