Our Time, Our Story

We spend a lifetime unearthing ourselves only to have the wear and tear of living or disease diminish our physical bodies until the daily tasks of life are painful. Perhaps it is a sign that our time has come to sit, relax, find memories before they too are lost. Sit under the warmth of the sun and rest. Our work is done. Now we dictate our wisdom, recording it for future archeologists to find and try to interpret through our bones and artifacts.

By Gail Constable

From: Canada

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