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One Day, While Sprinting to Check the Mail
I spied a nonagenarian
struggling to our mailboxes,
sluggish enough
to be considered
still-life.
I offered to help him.
He unhurriedly
glanced my way.
“Young man,
don’t worry,”
he said with a wry
twinkling smile.
“None of us are getting out of here alive.”
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Written for dVerse Quadrille #31, hosted by Grace. The word for quadrille Monday is still.
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Hephaestus’ Waste & Cosmic Rubble 
LOL — nice !
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More wisdom there than you can fit in a mailbox!
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I liked the contrast between the older person with plenty of time to get the mailbox and the younger one who felt rushed.
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Thank you. Intertwining perspectives are always fascinating to me.
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“sluggish enough
to be considered
still-life.”
great lines, brilliant contrast
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Thank you.
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Love the dual perspectives here… and for sire the end is the same for all of us.
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I too appreciate the different perspective on time and getting things done ~ We will end up the same way, anyway ~ Thanks for joining in ~
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I adore the dual perspectives here! Beautifully done.
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I love that I can see the entire bit happening. And, you always choose the best music as themes.
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Thanks trE. I use to not even bother with music. Now I guess it’s part of the process. Pretty sure I picked that up from you. 😉
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Haha! I’m not claiming that willingly, but I’ll take it. *big hugs*
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