Directing my gaze up at the wall near the clock I took in the framed documents arranged there in a neat display. Diplomas and certificates, quite a few of them now, collected over a lifetime of study and diligence. Somewhere in the basement, or maybe the attic a full carton of more of the same, pieces of paper pressed behind glass and wrapped in wooden frames. Milestones with no economic value of their own, landmarks of learning in a lifetime of lessons.
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