Morning Stoicism

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Joni sings Seasons on Pandora while I check old, ever older skin with impassive eyes. (“I’ve always been eighteen inside,” said my mother on her 90th.) Two new sailing wounds: left arm, right ankle, seen but not felt. Worn skin: rough, discolored, scabbed and scarred. Still I do not mourn the passing of my youth!

 

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