Trying out Mama's glass beads
... euphemism for growing older. When wrinkles deepen, grey hairs multiply, and chins double. When self-images do not merge with a beholder's view. Am I afraid of growing older? Maybe I am. So I just hold on to my youth with pictures of how it was. And maybe, be thankful still of how it is (at 53).
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