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			Age. Numbers. Only as young as you feel.  I would have shrugged it off a couple of years ago as another "ism"... but today - just a few days past turning 52... I can't seem to shrug it off.  There is a perpetual "crease" in my face that is unescapable.  Every time I look in the mirror, there it is.  No, I'm no longer the "young chippee" on the block.  In fact, I crossed that bridge quite a long time ago.  And I'm ok with that.  But why does time have to be so Cruel? She is, you know.  She is cruel - and seemingly, especially, to womyn.  *sighs* *shakes head* I never considered a lift of any kind... until this morning....
		 
				__________________I am The Hawk
 And there's Blood on my Feathers
 But Time is still Turning
 They Soon will be Dry!
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