
10/07/2025
The last roses of the season, as we head into autumn. They still bloom as sweetly and smell as fragrant. As we pass into our later seasons, we may lose sight of our beauty and value, because our culture reveres youth over seasoned experience and wisdom. I find that as I age, I love life more and while some qualities fade, others blossom. Aging is not a thing to dread and f, but a mysterious adventure. May we all bloom brightly beyond what we’re supposed to.
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