Aspiring Crone

(I apologize if your email has been cluttered with various versions of this. Technical and creative issues plagued the muse this morning) Her body is not young-but oh, it is radiant.Each wrinkle, a silver threadIn a tapestry woven with joy,Unhidden years well-spentin laughter’s warm embrace. Her scars tell pieces of her stories –Whispers of daring,leaps […]

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