At my friends house,


and some cookies (in jars),

And then they came to my place (picture taken before an 'eat' at my place), watching TV whilst waiting for food to be served on the table.

The Beatles said and sang whenim64, and I am 1 up. I am 65. 65 years of age, art and culture are in my mind. Age is not a sign of wisdom but a sign of time. An indication, a clock, a measure, a meter. Is 65 that important? 65 is when time begins, maybe!
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