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Raindrops fall from the starry sky, softly landing on the velvety petals of the roses of an old man's garden as nightengales sing their songs that echo softly in the night. The old man sits on the steps of his back porch, ignoring the rain. His hair is mostly gone, and his face full of cheerful wrinkles. His hands are calloused and lined, but he doesn't mind. He looks out in the pouring rain and understands. He smiles and turns the hourglass at his side once more. A flash of pink lace catches his eye as his wife passes by. After all these years, she hasn'
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