Small World

Sometimes I am so confused by how small the world is.  Who knows who, and how, and why?  And why does your face look so familiar?  Experienced lots of that this weekend, what with a huge crowd of us at the Hyatt and all.  Mostly spent time with the young people, which I thoroughly appreciated.  Those dear ones– they are dearer at their age now than we were at that age, I like to think.  Time is slipping away from me.  But at the same time, it has slowed.  The hours are counted, the clock is watched.  

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