Growing Older
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Time weaves its thread,
softly marking each moment
Lines of laughter and sorrow,
wisdom etched in every year.
Memories gather like leaves,
crisp and golden in the sunlight
Change is both gentle and fierce,
a dance between letting go and embracing.
In the quiet of reflection,
there is beauty in the journey,
each day a new canvas,
each breath a gift unfolding.
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