Yes, there comes a time when age, race, and other minor differences no longer matter. At least there should be. With all the discord in this world . . . I shall never understand why people are the way they are. We all bleed the same color of blood. We all love. . . we all are a child, a person, a son/daughter, a love of someone dear, a parent, a grandparent (if we live that long).
It just no longer makes sense.
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