The day has finally arrived when I color my hair not so much as a fashion statement, but to hide the gray. Will I age gracefully or fight it with a vengeance?
I'm unsettled by the lines around my eyes, but even more unsettled because they don't smile as often than they used to. The smile starts at my mouth and stays there - wide, maybe even pretty, seemingly happy, but frozen.
Older is wiser, and wisdom is the loss of innocence!
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