The true spring of life - Memories of a day with friends

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The true spring of life comes when you are 60 years old, when you have lived almost everything, when without chores you can take your rocking chair, chair, furniture ... or just sit where you want. And finally see how each flower blooms, how each new leaf is born, how the air feels purer, how the sun can shine more than usual.Other way, no spring is really a spring, most of life is winter, and every once in a while (with any luck) you have a chance to appreciate fall and summer.

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