Turned 68 and realized, somewhat abruptly, that getting up from my garden bed had become an actual production — hands on knees, a small grunt I’d have denied making if anyone asked, a moment of genuinely wondering if I needed help. That
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Turned 68 and realized, somewhat abruptly, that getting up from my garden bed had become an actual production — hands on knees, a small grunt I’d have denied making if anyone asked, a moment of genuinely wondering if I needed help. That
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