“Oh…look at you…”
She said, to me.
As if admiring a baby, laying face side up, cooing gently, lost in his beauty and smiling all the while.
I’m fifty-five though, and I don’t coo.
Why is it that we have lowered our bar so much?
I’ve been thinking about and experiencing this a lot lately. And, as with all things,
I realize I am at the tail end of of my per…
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