It seems like only yesterday I could run for miles, jump tall buildings but I don’t know about stopping bullets. Anyway there is a lot of things I used to do the mind is willing but the body says no way. So the meaning of (mar ses’ant) to grow soft, withering but not falling off. Now I’m good if I can walk a mile and climb over a fence. Tried to stop a bullet once but it won.

Life is better when there are flowers to photograph.
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