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Tuesday, October 24, 2006

The laughter was so loud, I stopped and looked over the wall. Four white haired men were wedged into a bench telling stories. Maybe they did this every day.

They would pause occasionally and watch the sea.

Retirement seemed to be an anticipation of heaven.
Posted by Ian Poulton at 10:43 PM

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