She heard it once from someone, she can’t remember who, that the day after you turn sixty-years-old you can actually see it physically. That person was right. Her left eyelid is drooping slightly more, and there it is, that liver spot grazing the side of her cheek right in front of her earlobe, today darkerContinue reading “The Timeless Woman Who Gave in to Time”
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