I intend to age like an artist.
Long grey hair winding down my spine; sculpting with my hands rather than someone else sculpting my face.
I will be prim and proper at times: no elbows on the table; swallowing my food before I speak.
And improper, too: loudly debating feminism and philosophy, as food sprays obscenely from my mouth.
I will gather more and mo…
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