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An old friend, who is also very old, just rang to tell me that another very old friend has died. "We're going like dominos, faster and faster here at the end," she said. I hadn't thought of it like that, from her perspective at 90, when no matter what, the end is so near. I may not think of anything else all day. It's like a parachute jump, or musical chairs. In a way we're like a bunch of turtles sunning on a log for a time together, and eventually we all just need to slip off into the water.