I sit in my writing chair, keenly mindful of the leaves outside which have turned, brilliant colors we don't usually associate with wisdom and aging. Exuberance, we think, is for the young and for their springtime. yet the flames of the trees in fall should remind us that those of us who have grown older have our own glory.
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