....I would spend the afternoon with the man whose knowledge was to the moon and back.
His light smile quickly told me he was aware I had questions written in every space of my brain. Our conversations were spiced by his profound insight on everything, and his ability to convey without words, beneath every word, that he also was a student of life.
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