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Swiping at the conversation buzzing around her like an annoying insect, She crunches the ice in her cup, casually smoking, with her feet perched above the fuschias. Sunlight glints off the buckles of her Birkenstocks and her orange-painted toes. A sigh escapes as she notes a few grey hairs on her unshaven legs -- Along with the hot flashes, another reminder of her finite existence. More summers lie behind than ahead. ©TJ Currey - 26 Aug. 2005 |
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