An Aged Man

At respite from life.

By Halden MilePublished about a year ago • 1 min read

An elderly man,

Sits in his tranquil respite.

Time is slowing down.

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Halden Mile

I am am American actor, author, ASMRtist, Cosplayer, Novelist, Poet, and Screenwriter.

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An Aged Man

At respite from life.

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