As I enter a nostalgic mood, I am appreciating some nouns that have maintained their integrity throughout my short lifetime, and the history of mankind.
Insects are very old.
I have been afraid of cicadas for a very long time. Thanks, Dad.Chickens are decedents of velociraptors. Very old. 
This is also a very old picture of Midge, before she grew in all her beautiful feathers.
I was probably about this old when I suffered a traumatic incident with cicadas.
Also traumatic, how crooked this photo is. Sorry.
My mother's faithful dog is also quite old.
Sweet boy has survived two cats and two corgis. What a trooper.
Polaroids are old. These trees in the Polaroid are old.
They are gone now. And one day I will be too.
But that's alright.
This is also a very old picture of Midge, before she grew in all her beautiful feathers.I was probably about this old when I suffered a traumatic incident with cicadas.
Also traumatic, how crooked this photo is. Sorry.My mother's faithful dog is also quite old.
Sweet boy has survived two cats and two corgis. What a trooper.Polaroids are old. These trees in the Polaroid are old.
They are gone now. And one day I will be too.But that's alright.
- From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
- A light from the shadows shall spring;
- Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
- The crownless again shall be king.
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