where do dreams go? if i could capture just one from long ago i'd grab hold of its wings and make it so

Memories of NYC

When the elevator doors opened and we walked in, I had to catch my breath, and then I thought I might faint. We were literally on top of the world looking down on the clouds.

Memorial weekend a few years back, I was having kind of a melancholy morning as I walked my dog through the neighborhood, until I saw an older gentleman sticking a little American flag in the ground at the entrance of a senior center.

Time's a tricky beast, but unlike money in a 401k, it doesn't accrue as the days go by. You use it or you lose it.

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