And now the light at the end of the avenue calls, the journey almost complete.

At one end, back that way, new seeds are growing, young saplings stretching from the earth to which I must return.

Once young myself, I have walked the avenue of my life until the end.

There have been mistakes along the way, regrets, storms weathered and broken branches healed.

Each year growing taller and wiser, each year taking its toll. Every winter shedding the dead parts of me, each spring rejuvenated, ready to learn and experience and play.

Those young seeds I have sown grow stronger behind me, I leave them in good health and with my imparted knowledge.

Memories of it all flood over me. There is so much joy, so much laughter, so much I shall miss.

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