Safe Place

Age left him brittle. Not the kind where thinning bones threatened to crack with a fall, although that too, but the kind where he’d settled into his own thoughts and patterns, calcified over time into a crystal shell through which he viewed the world. Changes came and went, but his fixed lens kept the world at arms length, safe and outside the zone where a word or thought or name could crash through his brittle exterior.

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