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[04 May 2009|03:06pm] |
The other morning-- I was standing at the bathroom mirror with the radio playing and sunlight through the window colored by things budding, and turning green-- and it struck me, while studying the age of my face, that I am fated to grow old, old, (another in a family of keen and ancient women) and that I will probably outlive you
and for that moment I felt life after you, alone, and older than everybody
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