How old are you? Aren’t you never supposed to ask a woman this? Well, I’ve got to ask myself, because I don’t have a grasp of my age. With Randy gone, I feel the age of when we met. I’m not going to say that number (because I just can’t face my age) but weContinueContinue reading “Aging”
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The Survivor 