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I'm 51. For all that I have, time is the one thing I can not control. It moves along and leaves me wanting more. Time becomes precious. Time with my parents becomes invaluable, there may not be much time left. Time with my sons, they will soon move out and be on their own. Time keeps on leaving us with memories. Sooner or later we all realize how important time is. Then you wish you had more.
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