Youth springs eternal

This morning an excited young boy showed me his hand filled with wet and wiggly worms he’d just unearthed.

Tonight a tired old woman showed her camera a rake, filled with blue blossoms growing wild in a damp patch of weeds.

Suddenly the old woman felt even younger than the boy.

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