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Age of corn sent in Japan .. 1907 ?

www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-asia-65887198

In this article by the BBC it is mentioned that Japan has raised the age of consent and modernised their rape laws.

This is excellent news.

But I’m confused about 1907, and then a lot of things make more sense.

But every step forward is hopefully a good one.

Thoughts ?

This is

Italian woman becomes the last person alive today to have lived in 19th century | The Japan Times

http://www.japantimes.co.jp/news/2016/05/15/world/italian-woman-becomes-the-last-person-alive-today-to-have-lived-in-19th-century/?utm_source=Daily+News+Updates&utm_campaign=7002910d0e-Monday_email_updates16_05_2016&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_c5a6080d40-7002910d0e-332799893

Worthy of note… A good read as a part of history hangs on… thr remains of an era that no one less can personally attest to having been there …

What does the future hold for the rest of us.. we are caught in the middle.. we saw the change of a century .. sure..  but nothing as cool as passing through an entire one 🙂

Anyway… good Monday morning people 🙂 keep well.

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I can still hear you

 

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Sometimes, even though I may look disjointed,
my hair is grey, my skin riddled with time…
i can still hear you…
within my mind.

 

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Memories

 

 

As memories grow old.. 1

I understood today, as my memory grows old, that which I recalled past, aged also.

Time possess both my mind and my roots

 

 

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I understood today, as my memory grows old, that which I recalled past, no longer remains the same.

Seeing for miles, obscured by objects of unnatural creation.

Time possess both my mind and my roots but worst of all, it changes what I once remembered as a boy.

 

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