Ah, planning was the first duty, so one does not simply "run out." My annuity from the tea board is meagre, but it flows like a slow, steady river—enough for rice, utilities, and my library fees. The regret is that it cannot swell, so I watch the damp ruin those almanacs, knowing I cannot afford a dehumidifier for them. The true poverty at eighty would be the poverty of options, watching the small protections for your child's future dissolve like sugar in rain.
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