In a world that often seemed chaotic, she found her solace in watching the neighbor slowly, painfully, retrieve his newspaper each morning just as the sun crests the Sycamore tree. Outgoing, he moves precisely, with great concentration and stiff limbs. Each step a culmination of 83 years of stepping. Step, thump, scrape. With the return trip, he is limber and loose, always producing a wave and a smile, eager with anticipation.
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