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| Autumn |
And another autumnal day reminds us of the turning seasons, we change, we move, we grow older, the roses drop, the figs invite all kinds of tourists, starlings and thrushes, saying , 'eat me, eat me...'. But with autumn, the winter lives of others beckon and we know those winters will arrive and show themselves - we may feel immortal but we are not. I don't feel immortal, I feel fragile and thoughtful about others older than I. I guess because that's what we do as humans, the boy becomes the father of the father and mother, in time.
