NaBloPoMo – Day 30 – Wrinkles
Keeping it short:
I imagined so many different instances for myself, in this space, at this age. I would be done with my twenties; done with the cider-swilling and boy loving, in the arms of a solid man who would caress my laugh lines softly, content with the knowledge that he helped foster them.
Because it touched me so.

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