Sunday, September 5, 2004
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So, here I stand alone, me with myself. My mantle of youthfulness and winning smiles hangs slightly frayed and bleached by the sun of age. But it still fits, so I put it on once more, smoothing the wrinkles over my hips. I feel the sadness in its creases. I touch the silky strands of sensuality,...
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