When I was a hundred
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When I was a hundred, old memories I couldn’t share comforted me.
Time stood still like an old, well-read book lying open to a favorite passage.
But people were shadows who passed in front of me, changing into a formless ether.
When I was a hundred, I was fearless.
C.R.G