People change like seasons change. Once that transformation occurs, although they physically appear the same, they are not. They are strained by the wind, the sun, the snow, the sleet. Life smooths the edges, create ridges, whithers at a person, creates a new creature. Homeostasis is impossible because two things are certain in this life, change and the fallen tree. So when I am old and frail I will still be me outside but I will have gone full circle many times. I will have become a million me in my heart and in my soul. For every thought and every feeling changes what once was.
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