He’s tiny . . . but as welcome as the Queen of Egypt to this place. (I don’t think there’s a Queen of Egypt anymore but it was one of my mother’s sayings that has stayed with me.)
God!!!! My hand looks so old here . . . because it is old. Facing my own mortality is a fascinating journey. To consider ones own death in a society/social context that denies it is a challenge. . . . to look at it square on . . . I’m not sure I’m doing that.
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Awwwwww ….