As I approach my 88th birthday it's become apparent to me that my eyes and ears among other appurtenances aren't quite what they used to be. The prospect of long flights to wherever in search of whatever are not quite as appealing.
Let us live for the beauty of our own reality.
Cards are war in disguise of a sport.
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Credulity is the man's weakness but the child's strength.
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