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looking fresh in the morning is, at the age of twenty, one of the many gifts wasted on youth, at thirty it becomes an effort, at fourty an art, and after this a useless effort… *g
Written by huehueteotl
February 27, 2007 at 9:55 am
Posted in Daily tidbits - Stuff that crossed me mind, Literature
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