When the rays of the sun no longer
shine lustre over the wrinkled skin...
When summers have passed beyond
my fingers on both hands...
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Dear Cynthia,
This was an absolutely delightful read. To grow older is to realise the universe is copernican, not ptomemaic, and that self and the loved one do not form the epicentre of the solar system.
Gregory XXX
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Dear Cynthia, This was an absolutely delightful read. To grow older is to realise the universe is copernican, not ptomemaic, and that self and the loved one do not form the epicentre of the solar system. Gregory XXX