
Perennial or annual?
Annual.
Like a chunk of melting ice, we lose a part of ourselves with time (which doesn’t exist, remember)…
The watchman with a microscope sees his underfooting melt and float away, leaving the captain of the fleet more vulnerable.
I lost a part of me today, and will tomorrow also. The longer I live now, the less there is of me. Finally the early memories remain, and I am stripped in my naked animal vulnerability.
Grin and bear it or don’t grin? Ha ha…

So amazing, these updates, Nan!
No one tells the freaking truth about aging as they are experiencing it. So what you are doing is rare and beautiful! and important.
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Smile and hug…
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If you’re stripped in your naked vulnerability you might as well bare it. Ha. Ha!
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Ho…
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