When did this happen?
When I look in the mirror I expect to see the thirty-ish woman
and do not know the face looking back at me.
I expect to see the naked body of my forties
and do not know whose sixty-ish body is in the mirror.
I hear the music and my body remembers dancing on the
sidewalk of Sunset Boulevard but my knees are arthritic now.
A moment in time; I’m sure all beings hitting their 60’s feel some of this.
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and Luma watercolor paints in a waterbrush.
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I love this reflection, Katie. I know these feelings all too well…
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Yes. I think it is somewhat universal . . .
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