Wednesday, July 10, 2013

I can't seem to get further than beginnings today..

There was little she could do about the passage of time. It trod on, and she was forced to keep up with it. It tugged at her body and her face, changing them slowly into things unrecognizable to her. Wasn't she young? Wasn't she taut skinned and firm breasted and smooth as satin? She woke in the morning and when she stretched out she felt perfect, and luxuriant, and supple. It was gravity that reminded her gently of her body's age. And aside from the shocking incongruity of it, she didn't so much mind. Aging was an inevitability, and with it came marvelous gifts. She loved the depth of her mind, the breadth of her interests, the wondrous height of respect and love she had grown to have for herself.



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