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You start out thinking wisdom arrives with trumpets and fanfare, maybe even a marching band. Instead it shows up quietly, disguised as misplaced keys, creaky knees, and better priorities. You learn to savor the slow days, the soft chairs, the way sunlight behaves in late afternoon. And here’s a truth no one mentions: the older you get, the more you look out your house windows.
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