My skin grows drier and thiner each passing week and year. Scaly like an alligator now, but hey, I don't mind. And if I did, what difference would that make?
Besides, it'd be a perfect complement to my thinning, almost nonexistent, hair. One can stand in front of me and see the back of my scalp without squinting, though I try not to look.
But it is what it is. I'm older than my parents were allowed to be so I'll not complain. Wait, did this sound like a complaint? Well, it's not. Giving words to something gives us power over the thing. At least, that's what I'M going with.
And besides, it's all ending so much better that the final season of GoT, yes?
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Bend in the River
Metolius River very near its Source - Fall 2005
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