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  • He walked with no regard.
    No regard for time.
    For distance.
    For the ache in his knee.

    The ache in his knee was worth it.
    For it was a knee full of memories.

    Memories of walking.
    Of his children bouncing carelessly.
    Of kneeling before the love of his life.
    Of crawling delicately through his garden of herbs & tomatoes.

    This knee had lived.
    And now this slender piece of wood would ensure
    it kept living.

    For despite what the years told him
    He had a lot of living left to do.
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