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Aging Aging During the years I glance at my reflection less frequently My face looks wintry but my heart feels green I’ve watched my child grow to a beautiful young woman with all of the fears and hopes I once possessed In the years to come life will be filled with the ease of wit and knowledge For now I will consume myself with the love all around me. Michele Mann |
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