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My Diary

I stood at the sink and felt older than I wanted to

Dear Delyara, Not wiser. Not calmer. Just weathered. I think there are moments when the years of carrying, adapting, staying careful, continuing anyway all gather in the body at once. Tonight I felt that in a very ordinary place, standing by the sink, holding nothing important, suddenly aware of how much emotional weather has passed through me over time. That kind of age has a sadness in it. I felt it clearly.

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