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Pensioners’ Money

Money saved, loved, squirreled. Counted, calibrated, cherished. Reward money, immortal money, cascading money, Buying love money, “You’re in my will,” money. Money illusion money, delusion money Count it again money. Life. Is that all it is? Money? Money: going to … Continue reading

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